5
McJenna came down the stairs a little after eight the next morning. When she saw me sitting at the island, she stopped.
“You’re here.”
I nodded, wondering why she was confused. “We talked about this last night. I said I was taking today off. Do you not remember?”
She shook her head. “I do. I just didn’t think you were actually going to take the day off.”
“Wow,” I breathed. That one hurt.
“I’m sorry, but lately all you’ve done is work.”
I stood and went to her, taking her hand and pulling her to the island where I had my cup of coffee and was ready to make anything she wanted for breakfast. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s true. That’s part of why I wanted to take today off. I’m working too many hours and I’m not myself right now.”
She nodded slowly, like she didn’t believe me.
