<span style="font-style: italic">He has to be someone's...</span><br/><br/>The words kept echoing in her head over and over after Abby took her haughty exit. She lingered at the door, watching as she disappeared around a corner and proceeding to stare at the space she'd once been, the words continuing their tireless loop as she mulled them over, along with the rest of the conversation. But, no matter how many ways she tried to twist the conversation, there was only one logical conclusion even a laymen could draw.<br/><br/>Abby knew. There was no doubt in her mind that Abby knew. The way she'd talked about them so confidently, spewing her hateful (though truthful) words...there was no denying it. While she'd not directly confronted the accusations, there wasn't a need. There was nothing she could say that would cause Abby to suddenly reconsider what she thought she knew.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Brad can't be yours...</span>A quieter voice added,<span style="font-style: italic">...no matter how much I want him to be...</span><br/><br/>The look in her eyes had spoken of just how angry she was, and how prepared she was to try and do something about it, about<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>. The only question that remained was what.<br/><br/>Finally making up her mind to go see the one person around which all this stemmed, she hastened from her room down the many hallways to his room. Knocking and announcing herself as she always did, she entered to find his coughing fit had finished, but he looked worse than when she'd left him the previous night.<br/><br/>"What did she do?" was the first thing she asked, sitting beside him and holding some water for him to drink from. "She tried to get a reaction out of me, and I know they were stemmed in truth...what did she do? And is she the reason for your current state?"