When the Lights Go Out, the Vows Get Tested in the Dark

The social worker looked at the bruises on my arms—from catching my wife when she stumbles—and said, “Sir, you are drowning. It’s time to sign the papers and let the facility take over.”

I didn’t look at him. I looked at Martha, sitting in her wheelchair by the window, staring at a bird feeder she no longer remembers filling.

“I didn’t promise to love continue reading …