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happened? That it was just an accident."
    "Of course I’m sure, Henry. Why wouldn’t I be sure? What are you talking about?
    "I don’t know. I’m just checking."
    She pulled away and stepped back. "Just checking what, Henry? I thought we discussed this."
    Henry’s heart raced when he realized that Kelly felt he was trying to control her again, and that her anger was returning. He thought that he was careful with his words, but he could see that his care was far from sufficient. Henry’s chest tightened, and he started to apologize.
    "Henry, are you listening to me?"
    He shook his head and focused again on Kelly. "What? No. I mean, I didn’t mean it like that." Seeing the bruise shocked him again, as if he hadn’t seen it when she came in. He reached for her face, but she pulled away. "I just hate to see you get hurt, that’s all."
    "Well accidents happen, Henry. And this was one of them." Kelly turned away and began to walk off.
    Henry stepped forward and yelled. "Okay." He saw Kelly’s expression and lowered his voice. "Okay. I get it. Sorry."
    "I’m not a child, Henry. You used to know that."
    "I know, I know. I’m sorry." He reached out and gave her a hug, but he could feel the anger in her embrace. "So, how do you feel about enchiladas for dinner?"
    "That sounds fine."
    "Okay, I’ll get started." He kissed her before she walked away.
    "I need to take care of a few things."
    "Sure. I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready." He went to the cupboard and retrieved the ingredients he needed. He started to chop the pepper and onions. His mind conjured images of stabbing the jerk behind Kelly’s injury. He thought of catching the demented mind and cutting him while enjoying the screams. A smile worked its way across his face before he looked down and saw blood oozing from his thumb. "Crap!" He squeezed his thumb and held it under the running water.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 5
     
    "What do you mean, you couldn’t find anything?" Simon sat across from the doctor and stared at the ground shaking his head.
    "Mr. Klein, we saw no signs of abnormalities in brain structure. There were no aneurisms or tumors. There was simply nothing out of the ordinary. Your brain structure and functioning appear to be normal. Whatever is hindering your vision does not have a physiological cause."
    Simon continued to sway his head. He had counted on the radiologist being able to find something. Some tumor, or bleeding, or anything that would explain what was happening. He was no longer afraid of what the consequences might be; he just wanted someone to tell him what was happening, and what he could do.
    He’d spent the past week wondering how he could continue his life knowing that his vision would just go out from time to time. He spent his life on the road. Traveling to car dealerships to sell them on his companies financing. He had to keep moving. Going blind behind the wheel didn’t fit into that.
    Simon knew he’d been having this problem for a few months. He couldn’t remember the last time it happened, but he knew it was sometime in the past week. He tried to place the exact occurrence, but couldn’t grab onto the information. Still, he needed to know what was happening. Needed to know how to fix it.
    This news removed that hope and left him lost again, clueless about the source of his dilemma. "What do I do now?"
    "Well, Mr. Klein, there could be a psychological reason for what’s happening."
    Simon raised he head to meet the doctor’s eyes. "Psychological?"
    "Yes. The mind can cause a wide range of ailments when it needs to express things that the conscious mind can’t deal with. I have no idea if that is the case with your situation, but it bears consideration when weighed against the lack of discovery that we’ve experienced."
    "Do you recommend anyone?"
    "Yes, there is a psychologist named Ginger Coakley who is well regarded. I’ll make an appointment for you to see her. Maybe she’ll be able to