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“Oh, sorry,” Cammie said.
“Hey! Don’t snap at her just because you’re a failure,” Eric snarled.
“Sorry, Cammie. It’s a personal assistant job for a lawyer. But it’s just a trial at the moment.”
She hadn’t even said yes to that.
“Oh, you don’t really have experience with that.” Cammie chewed her lip. “Still. How hard can it be?”
Plenty hard considering how many assistants this guy had gone through. But Faith just smiled politely.
After everything in her life collapsed, Cammie had been there for her. She’d offered her a place to stay while she got back on her feet. Faith just couldn’t . . . she couldn’t bear to go to anyone else, including her cousin who lived in Manhattan.
He was family. And she’d already messed up her family enough. Even if they’d all tried to reassure her that what happened didn’t matter to them. That they didn’t care.
She cared.
At least Cammie didn’t try to placate and coddle her.
“But you’ll need some better clothes. I’ll help you with that,” Cammie offered.
What was wrong with her clothes?
“Thanks. Well, um, I better go to bed.” Faith hurried to the door that led down to the basement. As she walked down the stairs, she made plenty of noise, so the mice could scurry away and hide.
Although they were growing less scared of her, which was disturbing.
When she got downstairs, she ran toward her bed and snatched up Colin, holding him tight. Then she screamed quietly into his large belly.
Colin didn’t care; he often heard her scream. He was huge and squishy and her best friend in the world.
“I just did a stupid thing, Colin.”
Colin didn’t reply.
She loved that he wasn’t judgmental. After a few minutes, she set him aside and grabbed her pajamas that Matt had given her for her last birthday.
They were a plain dark blue and boring as hell.
Shoot. She couldn’t do it. She needed some comfort tonight.
So, instead, she searched through her suitcase for her onesie. It was soft yellow with bright pink and blue flowers all over it. It even covered her feet and hands and had a dropseat. She loved it.
She did her hair up into two pigtails, then put on the onesie. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a mirror down here to look at herself. Heck, she didn’t even have an opening window.
A knock on the door made her freeze.
Oh. Shit.
What was she thinking? She couldn’t afford to go into Little headspace.
And now she needed to hide.
“Faith, I’ve brought you some old clothes that might fit. You may find them a bit tight and short, but we could probably have them taken out . . . ” Cammie was already halfway down the stairs when she stopped and caught sight of Faith.
Cammie wrinkled her nose, unable to stop a look of disgust filling her face. “Oh, you’re still doing that.”
Faith could feel her face flushing as shame flooded her. She never used to feel ashamed of her needs. Everyone in her family had always accepted her as she was. And so had Cammie. At least until she’d gone to college, where she’d changed.
