Yeah.
That’s exactly the problem.
“Doctor.”
My voice cuts across the conversation sharper than intended.
Olivia looks toward me immediately. “What?”
“We’re moving.”
Stephen blinks. “Already?”
“Yes.”
“We just survived a blizzard,” he says. “The kids could use another hour.”
“No.”
Flat.
Final.
The atmosphere shifts instantly.
Olivia steps slightly between us without even realizing she’s doing it.
“Some of them are exhausted,” she says carefully. “A few are borderline hypothermic.”
“And if we stay here when those men regroup?”
“They might need more recovery time.”
“They need distance more.”
The words come harder now.
Too hard.
Olivia studies my face for a long second.
Then quietly—
“Why are you doing this?”
I narrow my eyes. “Doing what?”
“This.” Her hand motions vaguely between us. “Whatever this is.”
I laugh once without humor. “We don’t have time for this conversation.”
“I wasn’t trying to have a conversation.”
“Good.”
The word comes out sharper than intended.
Stephen glances awkwardly between us.
