Suzie had wanted to call Zelina, terrified that the kids would panic if she didn't come home. She always made sure to let them know in advance if she was going to be late.
But Yasmine only had a sliver of battery left on her phone, which they might need for the flashlight. Reluctantly, Suzie agreed to walk to Yasmine's house first.
The house sat on the outskirts of the village—a simple, rustic, one-story structure with a small courtyard.
When they walked in, Yasmine flicked the light switch. The dim, low-wattage bulb sputtered and buzzed before finally staying on.
Yasmine busied herself boiling bathwater and laying out a bamboo mat and blankets. She wouldn't let Suzie help, insisting that a city girl wouldn't know how to operate a traditional wood-fired stove.
There was no proper bathroom. Instead, Yasmine set up a large plastic tub in the bedroom for Suzie to wash up with a washcloth. Suzie was already incredibly grateful and didn't complain. She figured she could easily tough it out for one night.
But right in the middle of her bath, the only light bulb in the house went out.
When Suzie called out to ask what happened, Yasmine yelled back frantically that the whole village had lost power. She said she was going to run to the convenience store at the edge of the village to buy candles and a power bank.
Moments later, Suzie heard the creak of the front door shutting.
After finishing her bath in the pitch dark, Suzie slipped into the nightgown Yasmine had left out for her. She opened the bedroom door and stepped into the pitch-black living room.
Relying on her memory, she found the outlet where Yasmine had been charging her phone earlier. She felt around for her phone, but it wouldn't turn on. Tracing the charging cable to the wall, she realized it was plugged in perfectly, but the outlet was dead.
She grabbed her purse from the side table and felt her way back along the wall to the bedroom.


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