"That's why I'm saying sorry."

"Do I have to accept it?"

Rolled my eyes. "Her miscarriage? That's on her! She should be glad I'm not coming after her!"

People pick sides, that's just how it is. He grabbed my head, made me look at him. Face got ugly, eyes went scary cold. "Yeah, she messed up, but she paid for it. Lost her baby!"

"What about me? Getting hit by a car—I deserved that?" Stared him down.

"Awful chatty tonight, ...