Becoming My Ex's Mother in Law
“Well, I’m glad to see that you still have your sense of humor. I was worried…”
I waited for Jeffrey to finish his sentence, but he never did.
“What? What were you worried about?”
“Well, you took a life. That’s not easy for anyone—well, anyone with a conscience, that is.”
My eyes fell to the ground.
“I was worried that you might be beating yourself up over it,” he continued, “which would be understandable, if ridiculous.”
I glared at him.
“Why would it be ridiculous? I killed someone, Jeffrey. Why shouldn’t I beat myself up over something so morally reprehensible?”