Two Strangers Knocked During a Christmas Outage. The Moment They Gave Their Names, I Knew Something Was Wrong.

It was the kind of quiet that happens right before something breaks, before an explosion, before everything you thought you knew gets rearranged into a completely different picture.

I laughed once—not because anything was funny, but because my body needed some kind of reaction and laughter was easier than screaming or crying or throwing something.

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