Camille watched her go to her room, feeling a little guilty herself. Her intention hadn’t been to make Amy unhappy, just to caution her. “I hope I pushed her in the right direction,” she said, blowing out her breath.
“She knows you care about her.”
Emma’s sincerity comforted Camille, and she nodded. “Thankfully, she has you and her other roommates too.”
Camille wished she could do more for these women. Her married life was a whole lot more complicated than she’d predicted, but that didn’t lessen her desire to be a good friend. For example, no one as sweet as Emma should be left behind every night while the other roommates dated.
“I’ll be praying for Amy and Grant tonight. I really don’t want to mess anything up between them.” Camille silently committed to praying for Emma and the others too.
“Amy will be all right,” Emma said, staring off toward the bedrooms. “She loves him enough to figure this out.”
Emma hadn’t been talking about Camille’s issues, but the words hit her in the chest. She loved Aiden enough to figure out their problems too, but their problems were a lot bigger than Amy and Grant’s. Think six feet tall, multiplied by six. Yes, her problems were very big. She only hoped love would be enough.