I Don't Turn on the Light

When are things ever OK? Bad things I know enormously bad are happening all the time. The little things add up, like my kids spending recess alone and eating alone at lunch. My husband keeps forgetting to bolt the back door even though he knows the doorknob lock is broken. So I'm regularly coming home to a house that's been unlocked for hours,. meaning anybody walking past might have stepped inside our kitchen, fingered the photos on our fridge, sneaked down into the basement. Four weeks ago this Sunday, a message popped up from a friend who said she was looking forward to seeing me again.