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

froze.

This was the cruel magic of the illness—how it occasionally gave you a perfect moment just to break you with it.

“We are home,” I said, and my voice sounded wrong, like it belonged to someone else.

She shook her head fiercely. “No. My mother will worry.”

Her mother had been dead for thirty years.

I tried to guide her back toward the house, but she continue reading …