HARLEY: Inlove

"How could you?" Christophe asked, voice low, cracked, and broken. "Are you happy? Your brother is in there, still fighting for his life. What if he doesn't make it still? What if he dies? Are you happy? Will it make you happy?"  

Stacy didn't answer him, just sobbing nonstop. 

"Answer him," Caden demanded. "Now, Stacy, answer—" 

Stacy slammed her hands on the table, standing up. "Fuck off, Caden, and don't tell me what to do!" She was crying and fuming at the same time. "I fucked up, and so what? I was in love, okay? Everyone does impulsive things when they love someone. I made a mistake, I know that, but Jesus, all of you should stop blaming me. And you—" she pointed at Caden. "Back off, you're not even my real brother, so don't think you can—"