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

Her eyes opened halfway, unfocused and confused about why her familiar world had been interrupted. She smelled like that incredible baby smell—milk and Johnson’s baby shampoo and something sweet and clean that I couldn’t name but that made forgiveness seem possible even in a broken world.

When I walked back into the living room with Daisy settled on continue reading …