"Look, you're getting really defensive and angry."
"Because I'm stressed out!" he yells, causing me to flinch.
"I know you're stressed out, and I'm sorry. I'm not gonna pretend to know all the ins and outs of your job. But, baby, we're married, and I would hope that if I had a job outside, that you would want to know that I'm okay, that I'm here, that I'm still in this relationship with you."
"I come home to you every night, Gabby. I come home to you every fucking night."
"W—Link…"
"And you know that I love you. I try to give you all my attention."
"Baby, you've been so freaking distant. I hardly get to see you except for on the weekends, and you're sleeping most times. Or on the phone."
"This isn't gonna be forever, and I told you before I took this job that it's going to be very demanding."
"I get that, but you—"
Scoffing, I turn away from him. I don't know what to say in thismoment.
"I…"
My voice trails off.
"Talk to me."
"I'm trying to, but it feels like every time Idotalk to you, you want to fight me or something. You're super defensive all because I asked you if you were cheating."
"And I answered you and told you I'm not cheating."
"Really, so what were you doing so late at work?"
"I was working."
He answers back too quickly. His face looks red. His face looks stoic. It's like it's a different person talking to me, almost like a client and not the warm man that I grew to love and know.
"So you're not hanging out with anybody else at work?"
"I don't hang out with people at work. I work alongside people."
"Is one of them Sarah?"
There's hesitation, and I see him, yes, right there, that look in his eyes like he's annoyed.
"I work with Sarah. Yes. I do. But she's not the only person I work with."
"Was she there with you tonight?"
"Yes. She was. So was Tom."
"Then who drove you home."
"Tomdid. Are we done with the fucking investigation?" his voice rises.
"I don't like how snippy you're being with me right now."
"It's either you trust me or you don't. If you don't trust me, then just divorce me."
He walks off.
