Through Black Velvet Eyes — Jeff Crawford

What if in an instant you lost everything you valued? What if in an instant the ability to simply see was taken from you? What if in an instant the person you needed to lean on the most in the midst of all that was assaulting you was suddenly gone? This and more was what Marley had faced everyday for more than two years. At the end of her rope, when she had all but finally tired of fighting the good fight things changed. Some for the better and some that threatened what was left of her resolve and her sanity, if not more. But the question that had to be answered was, would the small bright spots be enough and would they be in time.