She laughed softly. “I know. I’m used to it. Yesterday was my fault anyway. I shouldn’t have upset Isabella.”
My hands curled into fists.
I turned.
David was staring at me like he had seen a ghost.
“Isabella?” he said.
Shock hit him first. Then his face hardened.
Roxanne hid behind him like a scared child, fingers clutching his sleeve, body shaking on purpose.
“Please don’t look at me like that, sister,” she whispered, “I didn’t do anything online. You’re frightening me. I’m barely pregnant. The doctor said I can’t be stressed. After I give birth, if you still hate me, you can do whatever you want. I’ll leave. I won’t fight.”
Her words sounded soft. Too soft. Like rehearsed lines. Then David stepped forward, blocking me completely. His eyes were cold, sharp.
“She almost lost the baby yesterday because of you,” he said. “You posted things, stirred trouble, ruined the wedding. Do you know how much stress you caused her?”
I opened my mouth.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to pull up my sleeves. Show him the bruises. The wounds. The body that was barely holding together. I wanted to ask him why my blood never counted. But the look on his face killed my voice.