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

Martha tried to leave.

It happened fast, like a glitch in reality.

I was in the laundry room folding towels—because if you don’t keep doing small normal tasks, you start feeling like you’re living in a nightmare you can’t wake up from. I heard the front door creak. The sound was soft, almost polite.

By the time I got to the hallway, Martha was gone.

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