Wrapped in the blanket (and wishing it was an invisibility cloak), with my phone in the pocket of my capris and the darkened flashlight in my hand, I slowly backed up the stairs, keeping my eyes trained past the windows. The storm silenced but for the rain. I heard every creak of the wood under my feet.
Mom glanced out the gateside window. “It’s Daniel. Maybe now we can find out what to do about the power.” She headed to the door, and a few minutes later, Mom was telling him about the outage as she poured coffee for the two of us. He declined a cup, but shot me an easy smile and accepted the pear I offered.