“I don’t need signs, because I always know exactly where I’m going,” he said proudly.

“You say that every single time we drive into the woods,” I reminded him with a laugh.

“And have I ever actually gotten us lost out here?” he countered.

I had smiled at him fondly.

“You’re completely impossible.”

“And yet you still decided to marry me,” he chuckled softly.

“Yes, despite all the clear warning signs,” I replied.

That happy memory faded quickly as I approached the turnoff leading up into the hills.