LENA couldn’t help but tear up when she opened Angel’s sketch pad and saw her drawings. The drawing says everything about the little girl’s sadness, confusion, and pain. Losing a father. Losing home. Seeing her mother suffer. The sudden change in her life.
Unable to sleep a wink, Lena rolled the blanket off her feet and got off the bed carefully. She kissed her daughter’s forehead before she left the room, only wearing her night dress.
The hallway was quiet and dim-lit. She tiptoed her way downstairs when she saw a silhouette materializing in the dark. A man’s back was on her. His broad shoulders, messy hair, and familiar figure made Lena’s heart pound inside her chest.
Lucian was alone in the living area. In his right hand was a bottle of whiskey, half-empty.
The sudden change of her
