Stepping back once she rolls her eyes in exasperation. Everything she's already said feels like a glaring admission of guilt and he should have picked up on that. The fact that he hasn't doesn't make it any less easy to be mad at him instead of properly dealing with it.

Wringing her hands, she's already starting to back out of the kitchen, making good on her declaration of leaving when the words come out in an angry rush. "Because I hate that it was her instead of me."

A second later she realizes what she said, eyes widening in horror as she covers her mouth as if that could take them back.