Chapter 43

• I know what that bitch wants to do—she just wants to drive a wedge between Henry and me by making him believe I want to abort our child. I acknowledge that she has changed, and I know she's not the same girl I loved in high school, not even close to being my best friend. But I never thought she would stoop to this... She went too far, and maybe I'll do the same tonight. My body seethes with anger, rage.
• She put those damn pills to back up her lies, and now I'm ready to rip a couple of strands from that miserable, sick head of hers. I enter the house again, grab a coat, close the door, hating to leave Jeremy, but I won't endure this—I won't.
• "Stay here with Jeremy," I tell him, putting on the coat slower than I should. I don't lift my eyes to meet his because even though someone has implanted thoughts against me in his head, he, nevertheless, didn't trust me and preferred to believe something that would direct his anger at someone, whether it was me or not.