My phone buzzed at 8:47 PM with a text message that nearly stopped my heart.
“Michael, it’s Mrs. Gable from next door. The porch light is out. I knocked, but nobody answered. They never miss a night.”
I didn’t reply. I just floored it.
For twenty years, that porch light wasn’t just a bulb—it was a promise. Through hurricanes, power outages, …
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