“Nothing. I just think I ate something bad. I’m fine. I’m going to lie down for a bit,” she says.

“I’m coming home. I’m calling the doc.” I get up and start walking out of the shop. By the time I make it to my car, Marcus is right behind me.

“You don’t need to do that. I’m fine, really,” Cammi argues.

“I’ll be there in ten,” I tell her.

I hear her sigh into the phone. “Okay. But, Vin, I’m fine. I just ate something bad. That’s all.”

“Okay. I love you.” I set my phone down and connect the call to the car’s Bluetooth. I look across to the passenger seat. “What are you doing?” I ask Marcus.

“Coming with you,” he says.

I shake my head and quickly pull out of the car park.

“Marcus, tell my husband that I’m fine and he needs to stop overreacting,” Cammi says through the speaker.

“Yeah… uh… Cammi, the only person your husband listens to is you,” Marcus reminds her.

“Not when it concerns my health, he doesn’t. I really did just eat something bad. I feel better already,” Cammi says.

“That’s good. The doc can confirm as much after he checks you over,” I tell her. “I’m going to hang up and call him. I’ll see you soon.”

“It’s really not necessary, Vin. But I know there is no point in arguing with you.” She sighs.

“I always knew you were the smart one in our marriage. See you soon,” I repeat. After hanging up with Cammi, I hand the phone to Marcus. “Call the doc. Get him to meet us at my place.”

“You know she’s fine,” Marcus says.

“I know,” I lie, my hands gripping the steering wheel tighter.

Something is wrong. I know it. Cammi’s never sick. And we’ve shared all the same food over the past twenty-four hours. If she just ate something bad, I’d be sick too.

Chapter Eight

The tyres of my car screech as I pull into the underground car park in my brother’s building. I received a call from the doc. He’d been instructed by Vin to come and check on Cammi.

I ordered the doc to inform me any time he’s been asked to check in on my sister-in-law. It’s not just for Cammi. I want to be there for my brother if anything were to happen to her. I know that Vin is over the top when it comes to his wife’s health. Considering her heart condition, I don’t blame him. But he does take it to a level that’s…

Well, I have no words. He’s insane. It’s that simple.

When I walk into Vin and Cammi’s apartment, I find Marcus pacing the living room. “Where are they?” I ask him.