My Husband and I Adopted a Blind 12-Year-Old Boy and Paid for His Surgery

His face had lost every trace of color.

Owen’s fingers dug into my arm.

“Mom,” he whispered, his newly restored eyes fixed on my husband. “Don’t let him come near me.”

My heart hammered.

“Owen, sweetheart, what are you saying?”

“That’s him.”

Rick finally seemed to find his voice.