Then: Election Night November 8, 2016 I fell asleep. The votes were still being counted. At three in the morning, I could feel this weird buzzing in the air. My love was awake, the cell phone light illuminating his face. He looked like he had been reading for hours. With my voice still sounding like gravel, I asked him. “Hunny, who is the president? “Donald Trump.” My head lifted from my pillow, my eyelids thick slits. An alien chortle escaped my lips. “Whuuuuaattt?” I was absolutely sure that he was lying to me, pulling my chain, purposely ruffling my feathers. Clearly he wanted me to give...