Chapter 129

Is neak a glance to the right, risking a look at my wife. She cut me dead in the car because I pushed too hard. It was too much, too soon, and she’s now firmly locked back into full ice-queen mode. I know from bitter experience that there will be no salvaging the day now. She’ll share space with me out of a sense of social obligation, but there will be no real warmth. No real pleasure. No real anything, in fact, apart from her contempt and her very cold shoulder. It was probably the baby pictures. No, it was suggesting drinks with Nathan. Or maybe it was … Fuck, all of it. She never voluntarily talks about my family, and I was both surprised and pleased. So much so that I got carried away—one photo of Luke would have been enough. She didn’t need to see my whole damn camera roll. Now, I’m paying the price. I would have preferred it if she yelled at me, even slapped me for being an insensitive asshole. Which I kind of was—I know she doesn’t like me going on about them. If she told me to