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

when you let it be.

Martha came home three days later.

We installed an alarm on the door—not a prison, just a bell that would ring if she tried to leave. We moved our bedroom downstairs because stairs had become an enemy. Rachel put a baby gate—not because Martha was a baby, but because the illness had made her world smaller, and smaller was safer.

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