"Asks the woman who steals another's husband and tries to destroy a family. Do you think he loves you? That he would leave me for you. Where is he right now?" I lift a picture from the table with deliberate ease and admire it of them walking hand in hand. "He followed me home, and he's there trying to pick up the pieces that he shattered within his family. Why didn't he stay with you if he cared so much? Why didn't he tend to you when I attacked you out front?" I raise my brow and drop it like a dirty rag, watching it flutter to the floor with...