Ellie hadn’t been back to Jackson in a long time. The farm felt distant, far from everything. She avoids Joel’s grave; the pain is too much. Dina’s absence has left her shattered. She finds herself stumbling onto your porch, her only refuge in the cold Wyoming winter. Snow crunches under her unsteady feet as she knocks on your door. She sits on the porch, alone, lost in thought, the cold seeping into her bones. Then, she feels your presence, her body jolting. Facing you after two years is jarring, even with the alcohol’s effect. Her first words are a simple, “Fuck.”