Margaret was deeply embarrassed. She was strong. She wasn't supposed to break down like this. Shellings happened all the time and she should have been used
to them by now.
But the world felt like it was crashing down on her and she just couldn't take it anymore. Thank God Trapper was there. She didn't know what she'd have done had
she been in that supply room alone. She thought about how he comforted her, held her, kept her warm. And the kiss that didn't happen because she refused to let
it, never left her mind.