MELISSA.
"Okay, what is wrong with you?" I demand.
Both Faye and Catherine startle from their spots on the steps before turning to look at me in question.
Glaring at Faye, I continue. "You have been sighing over and over again. Behaving like someone just stole your most prized possession. What is it?"
"I don't know what you are talking about," she responds.
Like hell, I don't.
"She is right," Catherine speaks up. "You have been sort of down lately. What happened?"
"Nothing. I swear. I guess I am just worried and annoyed about all these happenings. And maybe a little pissed at you."
"Me? What did I do?"
"You ran away. I thought we were getting to know each other. I thought we were friends and then I found out that during all of our discussions, you were planning on running away. It
