“Hey!” Susan whispered sharply, snapping him out of his thoughts with a quick pinch to his arm, “stop staring.” There she was again, monitoring him closely, making sure he acted just as everyone expected. She wanted to avoid any gossip or talk after the funeral.
He shot Susan an annoyed look and rolled his eyes. He had never warmed up to her. From the moment she stepped into their home, he felt like she was an outsider. It had been almost nine years since his mother’s passing, yet Susan’s entry into their lives just three years ago felt too soon, too raw for Jason.