The words tore out of me in a ragged scream, my voice splitting apart.
Then I remembered what Alice had said moments ago. My head snapped up, and I couldn't stop myself from hurling the question at the bastard standing in front of me.
"My baby. The one I lost. Was that really an accident?!"
"Enough!" Dustin sucked in a breath and grabbed me by the collar, hauling me close. His voice dropped to a snarl only the two of us could hear.
"Whatever Alice told you, she's mentally unstable. You can't take the words of a deranged person seriously."
"That baby." His gaze cooled degree by degree until there was nothing left but ice. "You have no one to blame but yourself. You were pregnant and still went running around in the middle of the night. That's what caused the miscarriage. Who else is there to blame?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did he really not know why I'd gone out that night?
It was this woman, this fraud playing her little madness charade, who had insulted one of his biggest clients to his face, called the man a backwater hick, and sent him storming out on the spot.