Chapter 52 - Angel's WingsThe knock on the door made my eyes flutter open.
“Yes?” I said, my brain's functions coming back after my power nap.
“You want some lunch?” Chris' voice asked through the door.
“Sure,” I said and propped myself up in bed and raked my fingers through my bed-head hair. Doing that little bit made the muscles in my stomach protest. I was still sore where they put the needle to draw out my eggs.
Chris came through the door of the bedroom where I rested, holding a tray with food. Chris and Jessie had insisted I stay as their house guest, until I recuperated. I noticed a stem vase with a single white rose in it. It was something that Chris had included with every meal since I came to stay with him after my “donation”. Sometimes the rose was yellow, or pink. Today, it
