“Jess!”
“What?” she feigns innocence.
“Stop looking at me like that!” I demand.
“I’m not looking at you like anything. Maybe you’re just projecting your guilt.”
“Dear lord.” Turning my back to her, I eat my burger facing the other way. It’s a little hard to do, but I need to prove a point.
Even then, I can still feel her looking at me over my right shoulder. Her glare is so harsh that I turn to yell at her to stop, but when I do, she’s not sitting there. She’s gotten up and is over by the kids, helping Mia climb. The sight of her with my kid softens me.
I think she may be right. The guilt on my shoulders is gaining weight by the minute, and if I don’t do something, it’s going to crush me.