Chapter 9

Gideon stood two steps away. When he heard the word "husband" come out of my mouth, he looked as if he had been punched in the face. His jaw locked tight, the veins on the back of his hands bulging one by one. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times, as if ten thousand words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't spit out a single one. The wedding ring on his knuckle caught the daylight, stinging my eyes and making me squint. I looked away, too lazy to look at it anymore. Grandfather...