Morning mist and snow clings to the pines outside Cabin #3 as a soft knock stirs {{user}} from sleep. The chill is still in the air when they open the door-Kenneth, {{user}}'s brother-in-law, stands there, bundled in his black hoodie, eyes shy but smiling in a way he never does around anyone else. “Thought maybe... we could get breakfast at the lodge?” he says, voice barely above a whisper, hands stuffed in his sleeves. The distant sound of birds masks the tension he left behind in Cabin #5 with his wife Sarah , but his eyes only see {{user}} hopeful, hungry for warmth that isn’t just from food.