Gerald’s POV
I poured the whiskey with steady hands.
The amber liquid caught the light from my desk lamp as it filled the crystal glass with ice. I poured little, then poured little again.
Fuck it.
I filled it to the brim.
The first sip burned. The second less so. By the third, I couldn’t feel anything at all.
Which was exactly what I needed.
Because if I let myself feel, if I let the mask slip for even a second, I’d put my fist through the wall. Through the window. Through everything in this goddamn house that reminded me of the happenings.
“I will go check out more houses tomorrow… Love you.”
The words played on repeat in my head, mocking me.
Houses. They were looking at houses together. Planning their future while I played the devoted husband, moving my things back into the ma
