"It’s just… she gets under my skin. And don’t get me started on her whole ‘I’m working on myself’ routine when she’s clearly still a mess underneath."
She bites her lip, her mind flashing back to moments she’s seen Sloane with her baby—moments she can’t quite shake off as easily as she’d like. It was too close to home. She thought about telling Sloane everything to make her understand but she didn't want to delve that deep.
Esma's :eyes dart away for a moment, but she quickly refocuses on her friend. "Well, she’s everywhere. Especially now, with the baby and Axel… like she’s suddenly figured everything out." Her voice drips with sarcasm as she straightens up, trying to regain some sense of control. "And of course, everyone’s acting like she’s this perfect little mom." The image of Sloane cooing at her baby flickers in Esma’s mind again. She clenches her teeth, annoyed at how much space Sloane is taking up in her head.
Esma narrows her eyes, her fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey. The whole situation just rubs her the wrong way. "I know, I know. I apologized to her. I promised I was gonna be nice...to her face anyway." Her tone sharpens as she exhales through her nose. "She’s constantly in my face, making me feel things I’d rather not. Frustration. Curiosity." @dancingdanvers
