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Was that suspicion on her face? What did she think was going on?
Faith had reached her limit. She couldn’t do this anymore.
“I’m moving out,” she blurted.
Cammie tensed, glancing over at her. Eric scowled at her. He must be disappointed to lose his punching bag.
Well, she didn’t sign on for that.
“What? Why?” Cammie asked.
“Ask your husband,” she snapped before opening the door to the basement.
All right, that might have been a bit harsh. Cammie hadn’t been here. Maybe she had no idea about how Eric felt toward Faith.
Faith’s hands were shaking as she shut the door. She half-stumbled down the stairs.
Making it to the sofa bed, she sat heavily. Faith knew she should start packing, but she was too busy trying to get her breathing under control.
In. Hold. Out.
Repeat.
You’re all right. You’re fine.
The sound of someone speaking loud from upstairs made her jump. What was going on?
She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was obvious they were fighting.
Oh no.
Now she felt terrible. Finally, a door slammed and there was silence.
Pack your bag, Faith.
Grabbing her suitcase, she put Colin in first. Colin didn’t like being in the suitcase, he found it hard to breathe. But he’d be safer in there.
“Faith? Hey, Faith?”
She glanced up to see Cammie standing on the stairs.
“Hey,” she replied.
“Listen, Eric’s gone to cool off a bit. I know that he’s been a bit . . . hard to get along with lately, but he’s having some problems at work. You don’t need to go.”
“I really don’t know why you’d want me to stay, Cammie,” she replied wearily. “All I seem to do is cause issues between the two of you.”
Faith realized now that she had to be careful about what she said to Cammie unless she wanted it to get back to Eric.
“Why did you tell him that I tried to convince you not to marry him?” Faith whispered. “I said that to you in confidence. I never expected you to relay it to him.”
“He’s my husband, Faith,” Cammie replied in a cool voice. “Listen, just stay, please. I’ll get Eric to apologize. You’ll stay if he does that, right?”
“I don’t know, Cammie. He really seems to hate me.”
Since she’d been here, Cammie hadn’t really acted like her friend. They’d obviously drifted apart, and while Faith was grateful to her for helping her . . . she felt like a burden and unwanted.
“He doesn’t. Come on, Faith. After everything I’ve done for you, you owe me this.”
