Gerrard’s POV
I watch my wife as she takes up her position, her hands bound tightly behind her as the guy who must have a hundred pounds on her sneers as he cracks his knuckles.
Her words ring in my ears, I know deep down that it is all an act, know that she loves me, but with the revelation about her sterilisation, it lights up a small dark part of my mind, the part that was always told I was worthless, unwanted, a stain that had to be endured. It tugs at the inner child within me who fears that there is a grain of truth to everything she just uttered.
She kept such a huge secret from me, we had talks about my childhood, my desire for children. The desperate need for a family had all slipped past my lips in the darkness of our bedroom four years ago more than once, so why would she not
