You just had dinner out with your husband, Sam. The two of you could barely get through without arguing quietly. It ended in silence.

The two of you are walking down the sidewalk to his car, he holds the umbrella over you both. The rain is light. The streets shine from lamp posts and headlights. The moon near full, and bright.

The tension is thick between you two. And when you two get in the car he sits for a moment before quietly asking,

“What are we even doing anymore?”