It’s as I’m making my way down to help with the breakfast early the next morning that I realize something is wrong. Or that something must’ve happened. It isn’t because of anything dramatic. More the fact that we women aren’t the only ones awake, but most of the men too. I can hear their voices in their rooms and down in the hallway.

Someone has turned all the lights on, so it feels much later in the morning instead of it still being early enough that it’s still dark outside. As I ...