I stand there, watching them. Watching Mac look up at her, telling Gabby what a good job she’s doing. Gabby smiling down at her . . . it . . . it makes my heart beat faster. It makes my palms sweat. It makes my ears go hot because . . . because they look cute together. Like Gabby was supposed to hold her hand all along. And when they reach the swing and Mac shows Gabby how to get on, Gabby pushes Mac lightly, causing Mac to smile back at her. “Jesus fuck,” I mutter as I stare at them, looking like a goddamn mother-daughter duo, and it hits me hard. Harder than I expected.
