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!”

it up anyway.

“Dr. Halim’s office called back about the laser program.”

Brian set his fork down. “Sweetheart, we talked about this.”

“I know. I just thought…”

“You’ll break your own heart,” he said, and there was that tightness again, the one I could never quite place. “I don’t want to watch you fall apart when it doesn’t work.”

I sighed.

“I’ve thought about continue reading …