Cruel Hike
Language: en
The autumn hiking trip was supposed to be an adventure. But when the temperature plummeted below freezing, and my lips started turning blue, I reached into my pack to find my emergency thermal blanket had been swapped for a flimsy plastic bag. Before I could even ask who was responsible, my fiancé, Dermot, grabbed my arm. "Babe, don't be mad," he said, his voice tight. "I gave your blanket to Lila. Just... make do with the plastic bag for now." I clutched the crinkling plastic, my teeth chattering so hard they ached. "Make do? So you're just going to let me freeze to death out…