The next day, she was married in a brief, hurried ceremony. Of course, she never saw his face, and no one dared describe it to her.
Her father pushed her toward the man and told her to take his arm.
She obeyed like a ghost in her own body. Everyone laughed quietly, murmuring,
“The blind woman and the beggar.” After the ceremony, her father gave her a small bag of clothes and pushed her toward the man.
“Now it’s your problem,” he said and walked away without looking back.
The beggar, named Yusha, silently led her along the path. He didn’t say anything for a long time. They arrived at a small, dilapidated hut on the outskirts of the village. It smelled of damp earth and smoke.
“It’s not much,” Yusha said gently.
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