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

stayed a week. Then two.

She bathed her mother while I stood nearby, learning how to accept help without feeling like I was failing.

One night, after Martha fell asleep, Rachel sat with me in the kitchen.

“I used to think putting someone in a home was abandonment,” she said quietly.

“And now?” I asked.

Rachel stared at the candle stub on the table. “Now continue reading …