Today's OneWord: Blindness

Temporary blindness, they had told me. It would go away sooner rather than later, they had told me. Yet here I was, three months after the accident, the only thing I could see being white shadows dancing in an ocean of salty, repugnant black.

My father was behind bars now, and if I couldn't see him, he'd see me. The baseball bat to the back of my head had been damage enough, but my mother dead?