Chapter 20

“About six months before we broke up, Gil started acting differently. Little things, like getting up earlier to work out, or blaming me when he’d lose something. I just wrote it all off. A health kick, since let’s face it, we weren’t getting any younger. The arguing I figured was from living together for so long. That five-year hump people get to where everything the partner does gets on your nerves. It just hit us earlier than usual. That’s what I told myself, anyway.”

Andre watched him steadily. His hands had relaxed a fraction on his pad and pen, and his shoulders seemed less stiff. The anxiety that had been on his face before was now more a knowing curiosity. He could probably see exactly where the story was going, even when Thomas had been a blind idiot as it happened.