I yell, pushing past him. He turns to her. “Baby, I didn’t mean to do that. Come on, you know I didn’t mean to do that. It was just an accident—a shock when you grabbed me. It’s your fault if you think about it, you made me jump.” Rachael clutches a hand to her reddening cheek. “Just get out.” She pushes him away when he tries to wrap his arms around her. “Baby,” he begs when she shoves him away again. Chris looks at me. “This is all your fault.” He grinds out before storming off to the bedroom, coming back a moment later with his coat in hand. I watch him blankly, the breath that I have been holding leaving me slowly. “I’ll come by later to see you, Rachael.” He opens the front door, turning to look back at her as he does. “No, don’t bother, Chris,” she replies curtly. He curses under his breath, gives me one last angry glare. “You’ll feel better in a bit, when you’ve calmed down.
