Upon hearing what Owen just said Penelope turned sharply toward Owen, her face twisted in anger.
"Shut up," she hissed through gritted teeth.
Owen froze, startled.
"If you had done your job properly," Penelope spat, "if you had loved Abigail the way you always claimed you did, none of this would be happening."
Her words cut deep, each one sharper than the last.
"If you had truly made her believe you cared," she continued, her voice low but seething, "she wouldn't have even looked at another man. She wouldn't have needed anyone else."
Owen lowered his head, the shame and fury mixing painfully inside him.
Penelope slammed her hand on the table again, her rings clinking sharply against the wood.
"And now look," she said bitterly. "Now nobody knows how Jerry even entered the picture. Nobody understands how he appeared out of nowhere and turned everything upside down."
The group fell into a heavy silence, each of them lost in their own angry thoughts.
