"The Porch Light Is Still On" Continues
What Wasn’t Said Chuck didn’t speak right away. He held the paper like it might burn if he folded it wrong. Marcia couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. Her mind scrambled for a reason, a timeline, a way to undo the moment—but it had already happened. She crossed her arms instinctively. “How long were you... Sign in to see full entry.