"Why did we come out here?" Tricia hugged the worn sweater tight against her round frame. The tundra fog obscured the distant city lights, her home.

"I thought it might be good for you," Brandon said, urging her forward with the soft pressure of his arm around her shoulder. Tricia drew away from him, so his hand barely touched her far shoulder. She saw the frown on his face, the hurt in his gaze. Some distant part of her regretted the action, but the selfish part of her didn't want anyone to touch her, or talk to her, or even look at her.

"This is our spot," Brandon reminded her, gesturing to the tracks before them. His arm dropped from her shoulder and he took a few steps forward.

Tricia remembered, of course. How could she forget? Their first kiss had happened on these tracks, both of them balancing on either side and leaning in together. A picture perfect moment that had always brought her such warmth. The memory only made her angry now. She didn't want to think of those moment. She didn't want to be happy, not now, it wasn't right. She tucked her arms hard against her side, looking away from Brandon's figure in the fog.

Brandon looked at her, his shoulders slumping beneath the worn denim jacket he always wore. He'd worn it all the way through high school and half their honeymoon. He'd worn it that day at the doctor's office...

"I don't know what else to do, Tricia," Brandon finally said. His voice sounded thick with the tears she hadn't shed. When he looked at her, she saw the pain in his face. "I keep reaching out for you, and you keep pulling away."

"What do you want me to do?" Tricia demanded.

Brandon stooped to scoop a handful of pebbles from between the tracks. He drew his arm back and let the pebbles fly, piercing the fog and disappearing. "I want you to do something. Anything. Scream. Cry. Break every dish in the kitchen. I don't care. Something."

"Like that will change anything," Tricia said bitterly.

Brandon gripped her arms, shaking her slightly. She looked away from him, unable to meet his eyes. "We lost a baby," Brandon said, speaking the words slowly and carefully. "A little boy, Tricia. We lost him."

Tricia twisted, trying to get away.

"Say something!" Brandon shouted. "Do something! Feel something!"

Someone screamed, a pain-filled sound that crashed through the silent trees and fog. Tricia fell to the ground, gripping the cold, wet steel of the unused tracks. Her whole body shook and she couldn't stop it. She screamed again, howling with the rage that had been building up behind the wall she had built.

Then Brandon was there, wrapping his denim-clad arms around her and holding her close. She gripped his arm, burying her face against his shoulder. She didn't cry, she just screamed until her throat felt raw and she collapsed, trembling in her husband's hold. His tears fell to her cheeks and dripped from her own chin.