Liam tried to walk away, but Joanne stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
"I need to know, Liam."
Her voice wavered, and her eyes grew glassy. Damn it. That was the biggest shame of her life. Fiona bringing it up had ripped open old wounds she thought had scarred over. Now, she needed the truth.
Liam exhaled sharply, stepping back. "Why didn't you marry him? What happened?"
Joanne knew that look—he was trying to stare her down, trying to pull the answer out of her with sheer willpower. But she had a technique of her own. Tears. He never could stand her tears.
She took a slow breath, steadying herself. "It didn't happen. It's never going to happen. I'm never getting anywhere near the Winchesters again. Does that answer your question?"
Liam studied her, his expression unreadable. "Never going to happen?" His brows knit together. "What did he do?"
