Wine glasses full to the brim.
An angry daughter.
A drop, dead gorgeous mother.
A girlfriend that doesn’t love me anymore.
The longer I sit and think about the three of them, the more confused I’m becoming.
I know I shouldn’t cross the line—it should only be felt, but never seen.
But I’ve spent days, weeks, months, watching her, and she’s been watching me too.
I just didn’t know it until it was too late.