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

can’t do that.”

I opened my mouth, ready to argue.

But then Martha—my Martha, in one of those rare clear moments that feel like mercy—spoke.

She looked at me, her eyes suddenly sharp.

“Let him rest,” she said.

Everyone froze.

Rachel whispered, “Mom?”

Martha’s brow furrowed with effort, like forming the thought hurt. “He’s… tired. He tries… so hard.”

I stepped continue reading …