by J. Loop
On election night, Maya and Richard sit with a dead light, a cold chicken, and a secret that's been running the dial on their marriage for two weeks.
*Maya — the seat they always lose*
The bathroom light has been out since spring, and by now you don't reach for the switch — you just step into the dark and let your hands remember where the sink is.
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