Beauty in the Struggle: The Silent Voice of a Widow

. We drove for what seemed like hours, not saying anything. Finally, he stops by a place that I know now is Arno. We got out of his little truck and stretched. Eventually, sitting down on the

orgotten everything. His four-wheel drive did not work then, and he started calling several people, trying to get somebody to pull us out. Eventually, I just called my mom and asked my mom to come and pull us out, so my mom and he

e anything else to do. I come inside behind him. The house is all dark and quiet. He quickly moves stuff off the sofa and allows me to si