The door finally opened; February’s unforgiving chill entered with him. He immediately went to her and hugged her gently. After a noticed hesitation, she weakly returned his affection. Neither spoke.
Neither spoke as he helped her with her coat. Neither spoke as he led her to the car. Neither spoke as they drove away.
Eventually, she spoke. “What are we going to do now?”
His grip tightened on the steering wheel. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know. I thought it would make you…” She couldn’t hold back the sob.
He pushed the handle down to signal a turn, but the light quickly changed. They stopped and they waited.
He watched the signal blink.
She watched him, crying uncontrollably now.
Only the blinking signal responded.
The light changed again and they eventually made the turn.