The argument started in our car from Hawai'i Kai and concluded inside Kaneana cave, not by choice, mind you. It happened to be where we stopped and where we ended up. The dirt parking lot was crowded with so many vehicles, but we thought nothing of it. Except when we entered the cave, no one was there. Not that we could see right away. Once our eyes adjusted to the dark, we saw them. As grey as the dirt and the rock walls, there they were strewn about, lying in different awkward positions, but dead. Very dead. As we ran out of the cave, fighting back our horrific screams, we looked back for a second, and we just caught a glimpse of a woman, climbing up to the top of the cave on all fours. We screamed then for sure. The argument was a minimal cog in the wheel of our marriage. Driving home, we cried and professed our love for one another. Priorities.
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