He knew what was coming and he couldn’t say he blamed his wife. The little he remembered from the night before told him that. Still, he didn’t want to have it out with Gabi. With a shot of pain he wondered if he should continue pushing her away when she started the conversation. That always worked, he thought with regret. The constant hurt in her eyes flashed before him. She was right; he was being mean, but it was working. There was a method to his madness. Whenever he pushed her away, she dropped the conversation about his dreams or what he’d done in Iraq. She didn’t even pressure him to give her a baby. It was working but in making it work, he was losing her. A tremor trailed down his spine as he thought of the cost of protecting Gabi from all the horrors. But he’d do what was necessary. She was his wife and he would make sure she didn’t know the things he’d done. Unable to postpone it any longer, Eric made his way down the stairs, trying to avoid Gabi’s eyes. “I don’t have time for breakfast,”
