"Are you sure you can handle her all day?" I ask for the fifth time.

I trust Bella.

Really.

I worry she won't be able to juggle the baby, rehab, and her day-to-day stuff.

"I've said yes every time you asked," she responds with a glare. "Esme will be here to keep her while I go to therapy."

That's another thing.

She's formed a friendship with my mother.

I should love it.

And I do.

But I also hate it.

Hate that it isn't me.

"Okay." I sigh. "I'm sorry."

"I get it, E."

And just like that, I'm okay.