I clench my jaw, the distrust in her eyes eating at me.
In response to my silence, she walks away from me again. I take the opportunity to pick up the framed photo that she hid from me. There’s no picture of her husband, just one of her and a small child in her arms.
When I look over at her, her eyes are filled with fear.
“Don’t worry, Alice,” I say bitterly. “I won’t hurt your child. Or you. I heard you married a human. Did you love him?”
She’s silent once again, and I move closer to her.
“Where did you meet him? If I broke your trust so badly, how were you able to trust him? Or was it one of those things where he knocked you up, so you had to marry him?” I’m getting angrier by the second just talking about the man who had everything I have ever wanted: the love of this woman who can
