“I said I don’t remember, Tricia.” I back away from the counter. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He looks up at me, his crystal blue eyes flashing. “Why do you always have to be so damn curious about everything? Why do you have to know everything about everyone?” “I just…” I wring my hands together. “I don’t have to know everything about everyone. I just want to know about you. Because you’re my husband, and I love you.”
