CHAPTER 55

“Cindy,” I always walked out in the middle of our arguments, remember? It used to drive you crazy, but every time I felt myself getting too angry, I’d rein in my temper and walk out because I was so terrified that I would hurt you physically.”

“Gerard what’s the angriest you’ve ever been with me?” she asked him gently, and he shrugged helplessly.

When you told me you were pregnant?” His statement came out in question form, as if he wasn’t entirely sure of his answer.

“No you weren’t angry then,” she denied. “You were afraid to allow yourself to hope and lashed out because of that fear. I know that now. I’m talking about real anger. The kind that makes you feel like your head’s going to explode.”

“I don’t know.” He looked confused. “I don’t think that I’ve ever allowed myself to get too angry with you,” he admitted, and she snorted, showing her disdain with a dismissive flick of her wrist.

“Please, I can recall several incidents off the top of my head. Like the time I told Rick that yo