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

years.

I felt the panic rise.

Then Rachel said, “Okay. We’ll figure out a rotation. I’ll call Chris. I’ll call Aunt Linda. We’ll ask the neighbors.”

I laughed. “The neighbors who called the cops?”

Rachel shrugged. “Maybe they called because they didn’t know what else to do. Maybe they’ll help if they do.”

That night, I updated my post—not with anger, not continue reading …