Gerald’s POV
The pre-dawn darkness felt appropriate. Like the world understood that some things were better done in shadows, away from the harsh judgment of daylight.
The black suit lay waiting on the bed. My hands trembled as I reached for the tie. I’d tied a thousand of them in my life, but never with fingers that felt this heavy.
Today, I was burying the love of my life.
Some irony that was. I had a wife asleep down the hall. A newborn daughter in the nursery. A home most people would envy.
And yet I was sneaking out at dawn to say goodbye to the woman who’d ruined me five years ago, the woman I’d never stopped loving.
I dressed on autopilot. Jacket. Watch…. Wedding ring. I couldn’t quite bring myself to take it off. What would that say about me? What kind of man was I?
The kind
