"Then help me understand," Dean snapped, unable to contain his frustration. He sharply veered right, attempting to clear the rain-splattered windshield with the wipers.

She and Dean had been together since high school, their relationship spanning years. They were on their way back to campus after a double dinner date with Dean's friend and his girlfriend when an argument erupted. She sat beside him, struggling to hold back tears. Like any couple, they had their occasional disagreements, but this one seemed trivial.

"Dammit," he muttered, shaking his head. His grip on the wheel tightened as he maneuvered through the stormy weather.