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

she said, “Rachel…? My girl?”

Rachel gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth.

I felt my knees go weak.

Rachel leaned in, voice shaking. “Yes. Yes, Mom. I’m here.”

Martha’s gaze drifted to me. Her eyes narrowed slightly, like she was evaluating my face.

Then she said my name.

Not “honey.” Not “sir.” Not “that man.”

My name.

It was quiet, but it was real.

I turned continue reading …