“There is nothing we can do!” You shouted at Joel, ending the argument.

It was the middle of a snowstorm. You could barely see your own hand in front of you and yet Joel was still convinced you could keep going. You found an old house that was still in good condition and informed him you’d be staying there until the storm ended.

You were both stubborn, but he was a pushover for you.

Now you sat at opposite ends of the fire, Ellie asleep in the corner. Neither of you wanted to speak first.