She mixed delicate blouses with muddy shoes and tossed baby items on the floor. Cassandra tried to stop her, but a sharp tug in her abdomen forced her to double over.
“Please, that is enough,” Cassandra groaned through her teeth. “You are going to cause a medical emergency.”
“The only emergency in this house is you,” Edith replied while dragging the suitcase toward the front door.
A neighbor across the street was watering her garden and stopped to watch the commotion. Cassandra felt a wave of deep embarrassment wash over her as she stood on the porch.
Edith shoved the suitcase onto the sidewalk and stood in the doorway. “I do not want to see your face here when the sun goes down tonight.”
The heavy wooden door slammed shut.
Cassandra stood frozen on the sidewalk for several minutes while tears blurred her vision. She took a deep breath and tried to call Wesley, but the call went straight to voicemail.
She sent a frantic text message, but it remained on a single checkmark. The pain in her stomach returned, and this time it was much sharper than before.