The sun was hanging low as Gerald drove in silence, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than usual. His mind was restless, filled with all that went down a few days ago—his heated conversation with Ellen, the way she almost got hit by that car, and the way he, surprisingly, had pulled her out of harm's way without even thinking. It was an instinct, one he didn't know he had when it came to Ellen.
He let out a big sigh, shaking his head slightly. Ellen's words from earlier kept playing in his mind, that moment when she had snapped at him, asking how he would feel if someone tried to break his parents apart the way he and Aubrey were doing to her. He hadn't answered her then. In the heat of the moment, he hadn't even given it much thought. But now, driving alone, the quiet gave him space to think.
