The military was flickering the lights and that scared our son. He crawled in bed with us. We reassured him - it’s just a test, sweetie - and turned on the radio to listen to the progress.
“The fire’s creeping slowly, down by Southlake . . . the residential area near the lakefront . . . “
Suddenly it wasn’t a test, we realized, and we were all scared but hadn’t said the danger out loud yet, hadn’t moved from the bed.