I've turned the grief to medicine

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Phoebe flinched under the bite in his words. She was used to Sunjatas anger - loud and longwinded circular self-absorbed ramblings. Harper cut right to the chase. She hadn't expected it...frankly she didn't know what to expect. He had never been angry with her. But like with her exes, she knew how to cut right to the quick and did so on instinct. "I'm sorry." she said quickly, gaze falling to the floor. That had been unfair of her to say. Unfair of her to even think. She knew that wasn't his way of being. That he would never, even if he was coerced. But it had come out regardless and she did regret attacking him that way. So instead she falls silent, his words falling over her like a slap in the face. Not that he would ever hit her, but the pain of his words struck a similar chord in her. For a long time she remained like that, silent, resigned. She had no words. Where did she even start? "How do we make this work?" she finally asked, looking at Harper with sad eyes. They had a child. He was stuck between her and Maeve. How did they resolve this?