couldn’t seem to stop it. “You have this idea of what you want in life and you’re trying to make me fit into it!”
“I don’t,” Alex protested. “I simply asked you a question.”
“But you wanted a specific answer! You wanted the right answer, and if you didn’t get it, you were going to try to convince me otherwise. That I should do what you want! That I should do everything you want!”
For the first time ever, Alex narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t do this,” he said.
“Do what? Tell the truth? Tell you how I feel? Why? What are you going to do? Hit me? Go ahead.”
He physically recoiled as though she’d slapped him. She knew her words had hit their mark, but instead of getting angry, Alex set the dish towel on the counter and took a step backward. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sorry that I even brought it up. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot or try to convince you of anything. I was just trying to have a conversation.”
He paused, waiting for her to say something, but she stayed silent. Shaking his head, he started to leave the kitchen before coming to a stop. “Thank you for dinner,” he whispered.
In the living room, she heard him tell the kids it was getting late, heard the front door open with a squeak. He closed the door softly behind him and the house was suddenly quiet, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
32
Kevin was having trouble staying between the lines on the highway. He’d wanted to keep his mind sharp, but his head had begun to pound and he’d been sick to his stomach, so he’d stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of vodka. It numbed the pain, and as he sipped it through a straw, all he could think about was Erin and how she’d changed her name to Katie.
The interstate was a blur. Headlights, double pinpricks of white, rose in intensity as they approached from the opposite direction and then vanished when they passed him. One after another. Thousands. People going places, doing things. Kevin driving to North Carolina, heading south to find his wife. Leaving Massachusetts, driving through Rhode Island and Connecticut. New York and New Jersey. The moon rose, orange and angry before turning white, and crossed the blackened sky above him. Stars overhead.
Hot wind blew through the open window and Kevin held the wheel steady, his thoughts a jigsaw of mismatched pieces. The bitch had left him. She’d abandoned the marriage and left him to rot and believed she was smarter than he was. But he’d found her. Karen Feldman had crossed the street and he’d learned that Erin had a secret. But not anymore. He knew where Erin lived, he knew where she was hiding. Her address was scribbled on a piece of paper on the seat beside him, held in place by the Glock he’d brought from home. On the backseat was a duffel bag filled with clothes and handcuffs and duct tape. On his way out of town, he stopped at an ATM and withdrew a few hundred dollars. He wanted to smash Erin’s face with his fists as soon as he found her, bloody it to an ugly pulp. He wanted to kiss her and hold her and beg her to come home. He filled the tank near Philadelphia and remembered how he’d tracked her there.
She’d made a fool of him, carrying on a secret life he hadn’t even known about. Visiting the Feldmans, cooking and cleaning for them while she plotted and schemed and lied. What else, he wondered, had she lied about? A man? Maybe not then, but there had to be a man by now. Kissing her. Caressing her. Taking her clothes off. Laughing at him. They were probably in bed together right now. Her and the man. Both of them laughing at him behind his back. I showed him, didn’t I? she was saying as she laughed. Kevin didn’t even see it coming.
It made him crazy to think about. Furious. He’d been on the road for hours already, but Kevin kept driving. He sipped his vodka and blinked rapidly to clear his vision. He didn’t speed, didn’t want to get pulled over. Not with a gun on the seat beside him. She was afraid of guns and always asked him to lock his up when he finished his shift, which he did.