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

I looked over at Martha. She was staring at the feeder, head tilted slightly as if listening to a song only she could hear.

“Martha,” I called, keeping my voice gentle. “Honey, do you want to stay here?”

She didn’t respond.

Rachel whispered, “See?”

I felt something hot behind my eyes. “She can’t answer that way anymore.”

Rachel’s voice rose, frantic. “Exactly!continue reading …