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

went into the bathroom and looked at myself under the harsh light. My hair was a mess. My eyes were the color of old dishwater. The face in the mirror looked like a man who’d been holding his breath for a year.

I thought about signing those papers yesterday—the quick relief of it, the way people would nod and say, You did the responsible thing. I thought continue reading …