Chapter Four
Cammi
The little toddler in my lap yanked at my hair, letting out a squeal when her fingers curled tightly around a clump of it.
“Easy now,” I said as I lightly gripped her hand, distracting her with a giant stuffed giraffe.
My friend’s daughter, Iris, grabbed the giraffe before clambering off my knees where I was seated on the floor. Susie Winters looked over with a grin. “That’s why my hair is always up,” she said, gesturing to her brown curls pulled up high in a ponytail.
“Hazards of having a toddler, I suppose,” I replied as I uncurled my legs and stood from the floor. I crossed the room to sit at the table where Susie was tapping away on her laptop.
Susie was a good friend. We’d grown up together in Diamond Creek. Lately, it seemed as if her life was moving at hyper
