"I don't see it that way," Henry interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. "No matter how hurt someone is, they don't treat the woman they supposedly love like that. Dragging you out, throwing you to the ground? If you'd lost the baby in that fall, would you still be defending him? Singing this same tune?"
The words hit her like a slap, and Eliana fell silent, her honey eyes filling with fresh tears. She pulled her hand away, hugging her knees to her chest despite the sting of her wounds.
