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

gray. The sidewalk shone with a wet sheen.

Across the street, the neighbor’s security camera pointed toward the road like an unblinking eye.

“Martha!” I called again, voice cracking.

Then I saw her—halfway down the driveway, moving with that slow determined shuffle she used to have when she was mad at me. No coat. No shoes. Just socks, wet already, and continue reading …