April hadn’t been that bad. Jane had been quick to judge her, blinded by her own resentment, as though April had stolen something from her, when that hadn’t been the case at all. Jane wished she had tried harder to make her feel more comfortable within the group. She wished she had prodded her for conversation, had asked her about her likes and dislikes, had tried to be her friend.
Good. I hope the guilt eats at you.
