For a heartbeat, the room was swallowed by a deafening silence. Olivia stared at her own hands—pale, slender, and finally visible. She turned them over, watching the way the candlelight danced across her skin, tracing the lines of her palms as if they were a map to a world she had thought lost forever.
The realization hit her like a physical wave of heat. She could see. The void was gone.
In a rare, intoxicated burst of pure joy and unfiltered gratitude, Olivia forgot who she was. She forgot the man standing before her,
. " Like a child who had been handed a long-lost treasure, she lunged forward, throwing herself into Mathias's arms.
"Thank you... truly, Mathias... thank you!" she breathed, her voice thick with a genuine, raw tenderness he had never heard before.
