“Then why are you still here? That’s what I’d like to know,â€? Isabelle’s mom’s voice had grown to a harsh whisper, but it sounded deadly. Quinn stepped back, away from his wife. Caroline grew nearer. “Why Quinn?â€?
“Don’t you ask me that question. You know very well!â€? Isabelle’s father shouted, breaking the eerie silence between the two.
“Oh do I? Remind me. Unless you’re just saying that because you don’t have a reason! At least I support this family financially… and emotionally!â€? Caroline accused him.
“What?!â€? Quinn roared, backing Caroline up against the wall. “What did you say?!â€? In a spurt of anger he slapped her hard on the cheek, and she gasped with pain.
“Stop it dad! Don’t!â€? Isabelle ran out from her hiding spot in the kitchen. She was angry. Not just at her father but at both of her parents. It takes two to have an argument.
Quinn backed up a few paces, staring at his wife as if coming out of a harsh reality. “I… I…â€? he stuttered, his eyes growing wide in disbelief.