Every Friday at 6 p.m. my daughter called me without fail, and the one week my phone stayed silent I drove to her house and heard a sound from upstairs that turned our quiet Tennessee life into something I still can’t fully talk about

again,” I said. “I’m driving up tomorrow morning, first thing. If you get this before then, please call me. I just need to know you’re okay.”

I hung up and set my alarm for 5:00 a.m. Tried to sleep. Couldn’t.

So I lay there in the dark, thinking about circuits and connections, how everything ties back to a source, and what happens when the current stops continue reading …