“To help me?” Faith interrupted, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and anger. “By making me sick? By tricking me into thinking you wanted to be my friend?”
I could see the betrayal in her eyes, and for a moment, it cut through me. But I couldn’t let that stop me. I couldn’t let Stephanie ruin everything we had worked so hard for. “You don’t understand, Faith,” I insisted, stepping toward her. “This was for your own good. You needed to see things clearly—”
“I needed to see what?” Faith snapped, stepping back from me, her expression filled with disbelief and hurt. “That you’re just as manipulative and cruel as everyone warned me about?”
Gracie and Marcy exchanged a quick glance, clearly as rattled as I was. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Stephanie wasn’t supposed to be here, and Faith
