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

mouth trembled. “Mom used to talk about Italy all the time.”

“I know.”

Rachel looked at me, and for the first time there wasn’t anger in her face. There was grief. Pure, helpless.

“She’s at the hospital?” she asked.

I nodded.

Rachel swallowed. “Let’s go.”

At the hospital, Martha was asleep when we arrived. Her face looked peaceful in that way that makes continue reading …