Prologue
"You see me," Lydia whispered, desperately trying to keep her composure.
"I am blind." Deucalion responded in a definite tone, turning his head towards the full moon as it reflected vividly on his black aviators. Lydia felt his awareness like cold air surrounding her. He sensed her, and he understood everything about her.
"Nobody sees me," Lydia said as she stared at his white cane.
"Nobody?" Deucalion questioned.
She looked up at Deucalion as if he wasn't blind and responded, "Nobody... except you."