I stood in my driveway with my work gloves in my hand and watched them carry boxes into a house nobody decent would rent without checking the wiring first.
That night, the power went out next door.
My own kitchen lights flickered once, then settled.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on my door.
The woman stood there holding up her phone flashlight. Safetyplanning guide
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I know this is weird. I’m Marin. We just moved in. The breaker box did something, and now nothing works, and my daughter is scared of the dark, and I can’t find the panel.”
She stopped, swallowed, then forced a small embarrassed smile.
“Do you know anything about electrical panels?”
“That’s actually my job,” I said.
Her shoulders dropped like she had been holding up a roof.
