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“Really.”
He gripped her chin gently. Something he’d done since she was little so he could look into her soul. “Messka.”
“What?” She couldn’t stop the tears.
Twice in one day, damn it. Crying jags were not on the approved list of reactions, but they seemed to come anyway, and at the most inopportune times. She needed to rein in her emotions.
Cameron sighed, taking the wine from her hand, and setting it on the coffee table before pulling her into his arms. “Tell me.”
“Yesterday,” she admitted in a whisper. She hadn’t cut for three weeks prior to that, but yesterday’s events had been too much for her.
“Where?”
“On my thigh,” she confessed. She always told Cameron the truth, eventually.
Cameron stroked her hair, holding her close as he promised her he’d always take care of her. She sobbed into his chest until she was sure she didn’t have any salt or water left in her body. After a few minutes of blissful silence, she pulled away from him.
Cameron gave her a gentle smile. “What are we going to do when you meet someone who captivates your heart, little sister?”
She snorted, grabbing for the tissue box next to the sofa. “I’m never getting married, so you can just shove that idea where the sun don’t shine.”
“Will you make me a promise?”
She picked up her wine. “No.”
Cameron chuckled. “Then tell me... now that we’ve talked a bit... how do you feel?”
“Better... asshole.”
He nodded. “I had a feeling you needed to cry. So, make me a promise.”
“Still no.”
He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Call my guy.”
“Again with this shrink shit, Cameron?” she snapped as she glared at the embossed cardstock.
“It works.”
“It doesn’t work and I’m no longer a minor, so you have no power to put me in the psych ward without my consent... again.” Jesska handed the card back to him, but he refused to take it.
“First, that was not me,” he said with a sigh. “Second, Dad and Denise just wanted to keep you alive.”
“By putting me in restraints and keeping me drugged up for almost two days?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “They were desperate, Jess. You cut yourself so deep, you passed out. You could have died if Denise hadn’t found you.”
“Whatever. Mom overreacted.” She sipped her wine. “Besides, talking about my problems isn’t going to make them go away.”
“Neither is cutting the hell out of your skin!”
She shrugged again, forcing down the shame.
Cameron took a deep breath. “If you don’t want to talk to someone, come to church with me.”
“Hell, no.”
“I’m not leading worship this weekend. Come with me.”
