Emma Johnson hated long car rides. The winding roads through Colorado’s pine forests always made her queasy—but she didn’t complain. Silence had become the norm between her and her husband, Michael. Today was no different.
They were headed to a cabin near Tranquil Lake—a place they hadn’t visited since their honeymoon, back when laughter came easy and love felt simple. Now, the air between them was heavy.
“Snow tonight,” Michael said, eyes on the road.
Emma nodded, staring out at the darkening sky. “Did you bring the blankets?”
“They’re in the back. Cabin has heating,” he replied, his tone flat.
After a moment, he added, “This will be good for us.”
She forced a small smile. “I’m glad you wanted to get away.” Her voice was hopeful, but his silence in response said everything.
Then he turned off the main road onto a gravel path marked Tranquil Trail — Restricted Access.
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