Madeline looked down, her face a deep shade of red as she fidgeted nervously. She seemed utterly embarrassed, her hands clasping and unclasping as if she didn’t know what to do with them. Finally, she sat opposite me, clearly struggling to find the words.
"I know I’ve been overdoing it," she admitted after a heavy pause.
"Overdoing what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Overdoing this." She gestured vaguely toward the table and then around the kitchen. "Everything."
I sighed, my patience wearing thin. "I really don’t understand, Madeline. Could you just explain to me what’s going on so I can understand what the hell you’re talking about?"
She exhaled deeply, leaning forward slightly. "Okay, this is the thing. I realized I haven’t been welcoming, and I haven’t been acting well towards yo
