Chapter One
Fifteen years later.
Sara turned around a few times, studying herself in the mirror. She liked the skirt; it was just long enough not to be considered trashy, but short enough that it just screamed "SEXY!" She smiled. Yes, the skirt was a definite.
It was July, and school would be starting up soon. Sara and her father had come to the incredibly trendy uptown store Mambo to get Sara her school clothes, and she was trying on her various choices. She called through the door of the dressing room to her father, "I'm getting this skirt, it's eighteen dollars!"
Her dad didn't hesitate his response. "No you're not, it's too short."
Miffed, Sara responded, "How would you know? You can't even see it?!"
"Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I'm deaf."
"What's that supposed to mean?! Are you telling me you can hear the length of the skirt?" she asked, grimacing.
"No, but I can hear your vocal inflection, and no one should ever sound so excited about a skirt."
Sara sighed and rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wondered if her father really was blind. He had this uncanny way of telling weather the clothes she chose were too tight, or her friends were trashy, or if she was doing anything wrong. "Fiiine," she sighed. It wasn't worth arguing over.
A small smile crept across her father's face. It was hard being a parent, but he loved every minute of it. Well, maybe not every minute, but pretty close to it. Yes, it was hard raising his daughter by himself; after his wife's death only four weeks after Sara's birth, he'd been alone in his child-rearing quests. He was doing a good job, though; a very good job for a blind man.
Well, almost blind.
But his daughter didn't know his secret; she didn't have a clue. She didn't even know about his childhood accident. And the only thing Sara'd even heard about Daredevil was what she saw in the paper or on the news. And as far as Matt was concerned, he hoped his daughter would never know.
Continued.
Fifteen years later.
Sara turned around a few times, studying herself in the mirror. She liked the skirt; it was just long enough not to be considered trashy, but short enough that it just screamed "SEXY!" She smiled. Yes, the skirt was a definite.
It was July, and school would be starting up soon. Sara and her father had come to the incredibly trendy uptown store Mambo to get Sara her school clothes, and she was trying on her various choices. She called through the door of the dressing room to her father, "I'm getting this skirt, it's eighteen dollars!"
Her dad didn't hesitate his response. "No you're not, it's too short."
Miffed, Sara responded, "How would you know? You can't even see it?!"
"Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I'm deaf."
"What's that supposed to mean?! Are you telling me you can hear the length of the skirt?" she asked, grimacing.
"No, but I can hear your vocal inflection, and no one should ever sound so excited about a skirt."
Sara sighed and rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wondered if her father really was blind. He had this uncanny way of telling weather the clothes she chose were too tight, or her friends were trashy, or if she was doing anything wrong. "Fiiine," she sighed. It wasn't worth arguing over.
A small smile crept across her father's face. It was hard being a parent, but he loved every minute of it. Well, maybe not every minute, but pretty close to it. Yes, it was hard raising his daughter by himself; after his wife's death only four weeks after Sara's birth, he'd been alone in his child-rearing quests. He was doing a good job, though; a very good job for a blind man.
Well, almost blind.
But his daughter didn't know his secret; she didn't have a clue. She didn't even know about his childhood accident. And the only thing Sara'd even heard about Daredevil was what she saw in the paper or on the news. And as far as Matt was concerned, he hoped his daughter would never know.
Continued.
