“Honey, what’s wrong?” Bree asks the moment she hears my voice on the phone. “What happened?”
“Did he hurt you?” she demands immediately, her tone turning hard as flint.
“Not… I… No,” I whimper. “Not like that.”
“That wasn’t convincing at all.”
I take a deep breath, but before I can get my thoughts together, I burst out crying. I can’t remember thelast time I cried like this. Big, blubbering tears that make me feel like I’m seven years old again.
I hear Bree sigh and plop down onto their squeaky couch. “Cami, honey, I can make a call to Eric. Ican tell him where you are. It’ll take him some time to get to you, but—”
“No, no,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry, that was… I feel like an idiot.”
“You wanna start the call over?”
I give a watery smile and nod.
“Are you nodding, Cami? Because y
