Stone Circle fragnaam

So many different reactions coursed through her at his question. Anger, hurt, sorrow, and disbelief that he didn't know what her "problem" was. She had no idea on which one to let loose, and being so young, she had no experience on how to handle them.

So, she let them all go. You are! she growled out. You just left! You didn't even come tell me you were leaving, you had Mom do it! she yelled, her anger giving her courage to take a few steps forward. She may have only been four months old, and much smaller than Murdock, but she sure didn't feel that way right now. Her anger made her feel enormous. And then you come back with some bitch and you spend all your time doting on her, and making sure she's okay, and I'm supposed to be okay with that? The question was rhetorical, and Steph continued in her rant. I needed you! I waited! You were supposed to be the one I could count on! Dad left, but you... You were supposed to be here!

Tears flooded her eyes and ran down her stony expression, and her sides heaved with the exertion of yelling at him. She had no choice but to stop talking in order to breath.