“ We’ll be fine. I’ll get us through. “ Chuck said, frustration evident in his voice. Of course, he wanted to bear all responsibility by himself again.

The roar of his truck echoed through the desolated streets, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he navigated through the city. Feeling the weight of Chuck's inner turmoil and uncertainty, you placed a comforting hand on top of his. The creases on his forehead soon vanished as he turned to look at you with a sense of comfort.