Lou and Jetta sat silently inside the tent, holding hands in the darkness. Outside, thunder rumbled, and rain pounded on the plastic roof as if trying to get inside.
Lou cleared his throat. “We have to make a decision.”
“I know,” said Jetta quietly. “What do you want?”
A sudden flash lit up the tiny space like day, and Jetta saw the grief on Lou’s face. Her stomach twisted, knowing she caused him so much pain.
“You know what I want,” Lou said.