Better Late than Never

"Crystal, how long have we been sitting here? I can't feel my face."
I looked down at my watch. We have been sitting here for three hours. Three fucking hours. What the hell is taking Damien so long?
"Just be patient, he'll be here. He wouldn't bail on us last minute," I hoped.
"This wouldn't suck so much if it weren't negative 50 degrees out."
"Oh don't be dramatic, Joey! The worst part is the wind. We shouldn't have to wait much longer."
I was worried. Damien isn't one to be late for things like this. He knows what is at stake and I can't believe he's putting everything in jeopardy. He is risking losing all of the progress we've made. I knew I made a mistake trusting him.
As that thought crossed my mind, I instantly regretted it. He's done more than enough to earn my trust. He saved my life, for Christ's sake. He would be here if he could be, something must have come up. I need to convince myself that something came up and that we wouldn't die here.