Patrick’s fists slammed into the punching bag at the gym, his focus on working out the anger he had previously felt. In truth he didn’t have any right to be angry. One of the women from his past had tracked him down and cornered him at work and when Kathleen had dropped by to drop off lunch, all she had seen was a woman standing two inches from him, his hands on her shoulders as he was pushing her away. He had tried to explain, but she had been deaf to his pleading. Now she wouldn’t even talk to him or look at him. He hated this, hated himself and hated that woman. He didn’t know what he was going to do or what Kathleen was going to do. His heart broke at the prospect of her leaving him. It had been two years since they started dating, two years of her smiles and laughter, of watching how excited she would get for conventions, of falling asleep with her wrapped in his arms, two years shattered in a matter of seconds.