We finished the dishes. Joey put the rest of the cooking supplies away and Tabby had stood behind me, waiting for me to finish putting away the dishes. I was well aware of her watching me. She followed each small movement of my hands. Her gaze had flickered over my face and I tried my best to ignore it. She must have been aware that I was simply ignoring her. It felt like she wanted me to turn to her, to look in her in the eyes and acknowledge that I knew she was watching me so intently.
I couldn’t do it.
I was so afraid of what I would find when I looked into her eyes. There was this strange feeling that was bubbling in my stomach. The feeling was like that of when I was at school after Jacob had gone missing. My friends hadn’t known how to deal with my depression. I didn’t want to tal
