By Renee Carter
Amy Turner's approximately to graduate from highschool and all she desires is a task. really, all she desires is to discover how to pay for faculty. Amy definitely isn't really trying to find love while she solutions an advert to baby-sit a boy-she simply wishes the money. however the activity has a capture: The boy is blind...and he is her age. Tristan Edmund might be sizzling, yet he does not wish Amy's aid. Or so he thinks. After being blinded in a horse show-jumping pageant, Tristan spends his days at midnight, refusing to simply accept his incapacity. a lot to his annoyance, Amy bursts into his existence and drags him into the sunshine. yet simply because the start to see whatever in one another, Tristan's appealing ex-girlfriend indicates up. Will the temptation be an excessive amount of, or will Tristan decide upon the woman who particularly sees him?
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Chris and I passed the infamous closet door, which was once again closed, but still gave my stomach the nauseous feeling. We turned the corner where I’d seen Tristan disappear. Chris stopped at a doorway down the hall and waved his hands frantically, as if I wouldn’t realize whose room it was. Suddenly feeling like I was intruding, I tiptoed up to the doorway. ” I glared at him and, still trying to keep silent, peered into the room. Tristan’s bedroom was easily three times the size of mine. Leaning solemnly against the wall to my right was a white cane—the long, skinny kind that I’d never before thought of belonging to someone my age.
I’ll talk to him tonight. ” My expression blank, I nodded in reply. Sure, everything would be better in the morning. This wouldn’t be such a bad job. The first day is always the worst. it was barely even ten minutes. I pulled my fingers through my hair and sighed at the thought. As I exited the home, a strong wind smacked me in the face. But who believes in omens, anyway? * * * After turning off my car, I sat for a minute and stared at my family’s home. It stood in all of its chipped-siding, ranch-style glory.
I winced and tried to slide past her, toward my bedroom. “Oh, good... ” Every way I thought of describing what I’d agreed to sounded awkward, but I plowed ahead anyway. ” She cocked her head to the side. ” “Tristan. ” I nodded. ” Without a moment of hesitation, my mom smiled. “Oh, a new boyfriend. ” I clenched my teeth. ” Mom was already distracted, frowning at the tip of her paintbrush. With a hand on my purse, I said gently, “Let me put this in my room and then I’ll help you paint,” before slipping past her.