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

walker was still by the couch. The blanket was half on the floor. The front door stood open, and cold air poured in like a warning.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“Martha!” I shouted, stepping onto the porch in my slippers.

Snow had started falling—thin and sharp, the kind that looks like someone sprinkled ash from a burned-down house. The world was continue reading …