For years, my husband believed my poor eyesight kept his secret hidden — then I came home after laser eye surgery, looked into the garage, and screamed, “This can’t be real!”

with me about everything. Now you wait for Brian to decide.”

“He’s been good to me, Issa.”

“I know he has. But have you looked into that clinical trial I sent you?”

“Brian says it’s a long shot. He doesn’t want me to get my hopes up.”

My friend was quiet for a moment.

“And what do you want?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Somewhere along the way, I had stopped continue reading …