Fallen Light
I had been an angel who fell from heaven. When I first arrived in the human world, I had no memories and could not tell a red light from a green one.
Evelyn Sheridan took me home. She taught me how to dress and how to eat, and she taught me to call her my wife.
In our first year of marriage, I handed a guest a glass of dish soap to drink, and she laughed and smoothed it over for me.
In the second year, I spent half the night chatting with a goldfish a guest had given us, and her expression stayed dark all evening.
By the third year, she no longer smiled at me.
She began bringing home a man named Hudson Lowry more often. She said he had a terminal illness and needed my blessing.
I agree