When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

is an app away. But sometimes, the battery dies. And then all you have is what you brought with you.”

I handed the jar of peanut butter back to Kyle. “Have a spoon. It’s not steak, but it’ll keep your furnace burning.”

He took it, eating a spoonful with a grimace that turned into gratitude.

We survived the night. The sun rose on a glittering, silent world,continue reading …