The Night He Didn’t Save Our Baby

The night the dam broke, I was trapped on the rooftop with my one-month-old son in my arms. I pressed the radio to my lips and called out to my husband.

"Ethan, the water is rising. We're up here on the roof. Please come get us."

His voice came through the receiver, but he wasn't talking to me.

"Don't be scared, Mandy. I'm on my way."

The next second, the green light on our private channel went dark.

He had blocked me.

I tried to reconnect like a madwoman. Once. Then again.