Who is your family?

He peered through the hotel’s vertical blinds like prison bars as they separated the gleaming sunrise. A girly voice yawned, “Are you leaving soon?” His head slowly turned to her; she was half-cozy in the rented bed and awaited his reply. He thought for a second and responded, “I just want to get this over with.” She sprang from her midway comfort to embrace her husband. “I’m here to help you get through it — together,” she affirmed as she squeezed him…