“You really are Angel’s mom. I can see the resemblance, but it’s uncanny. Your personalities are alike in some ways as well.” He says smiling and I furrow my brows in confusion.
“Angel?” I ask. Now his eyes hold confusion.
“Your daughter?” He asks and my eyes open wide in realization. Lettie and Adria were calling Ziana, Angel. I thought it was just a nickname.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize that she went by Angel. Ziana is what I named her.” I answer, awkwardly and he stares at me silently.
“Ziana. She would like that. But don’t tell her I told you that. She should choose.” He says and I smile.
“Your secret's safe with me Mark. I’ll get you some more help over here. You’re in charge. I would stay to help, but I need to see the damage done on the shopping square.” I say and he nods his he
