Wine glasses full to the brim. An angry daughter. A drop, dead gorgeous mother. A girlfriend that doesn’t love me anymore. The longer I sit and think about the three of them, the more confused I’m becoming. I know I shouldn’t cross the line—it should only be felt, but never seen. But I’ve spent days, weeks, months, watching her, and she’s been watching me too. I just didn’t know it until it was too late.