"Then again, only someone like you would pick up another woman's trash and parade it around like a trophy."
Yolanda trembled with rage. "You think you're so perfect? You were assaulted back in high school. You even got pregnant from it! Lewis was the one who scraped together the money to pay for your abortion. He stayed with you in the hospital for over a month. And you dare—"
"You have no right to talk about that!" My vision blurred red. I lunged forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair.
Yolanda's face twisted in pain. "Am I wrong, though?"
I raised my hand to slap her again, but Lewis caught my wrist and flung it aside.
"Enough! Letitia, there's a limit to how far you can push this!"
"I'm pushing it?" My eyes burned. "Lewis, get your facts straight! She started it—"
"Was she wrong?" Lewis cut me off, his voice like ice.
Every drop of warmth left my body. "What did you just say?"
Lewis repeated himself, his tone flat and merciless. "I said, was she wrong? Were you not assaulted? Did you not have an abortion? So tell me—where exactly did she lie?"
Each word carved into me like a blade. My legs nearly gave out beneath me.