"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.
