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

she’d said in days.

I looked at it. We never went to Italy. We never bought the boat.

“We didn’t do half of it,” I said, feeling the tears sting.

She reached out, her hand finding mine in the dark—instinct, muscle memory, a map written on her skin. “We did the important part,” she said. “We walked each other home.”

I looked at the social worker again. continue reading …