The message from that woman. Called me piccolo Angelo. My momma called me that in her song. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from hyperventilating.
I shake my hands out to stop them from shaking. It has taken some time for me to calm down. I place a hand on my chest and focus on my breathing. Feeling my heart return to normal with each deep breath I take.
I look at the phone on the bed. I should call him. But he will think something is wrong. He will be sleeping I don’t want him worrying. He is on club business. Plus, Kaden will only tell me to rest and to not overthink it. But f**k, I am overthinking.
I look at the door and stand up. No, think of your daughter, Courtney. I sit back down and bum shuffle back into bed. I pull the quilt over me and lie down. Back to staring at the cei
