Faith's Pov.
My head was pounding like someone was using it as a drum. It was the worst kind of pain, thick and dull, making my eyes feel too heavy to open. I passed out last night, and I don't know why.
But even with my head trying to split in two, I woke up smiling.
The sweetest sounds were floating up from downstairs. Happy sounds. Really loud, bright laughter and that made me happy.
I pushed myself up. I was dizzy, the room spinning a little bit, so I held onto the bedpost until the shaking stopped.
I stumbled into the bathroom and turned the shower handle all the way to cold. It forced my brain to focus on the cold instead of the ache.
Five minutes later, I was pulling on a simple cotton dress. I didn't bother with makeup. I looked pale and tired, but I was ready to face
