Milene
I’m browsing the soap aisle when the phone in my pocket vibrates, indicating an incoming message.
09:23 Bianca: Angelo just told me. What the hell were you thinking, going to New York? I can’t believe you lied to me! Are you okay?
I sigh and hit the microphone icon to record a voice message. Bianca and I usually text each other since she can’t speak, but it would take me half an hour to type everything I want to say.
“I’m sorry for lying to you, twinkle toes. I’m okay, I guess. Still trying to come to terms with the fact that everything I’ve worked for is all just . . . gone. Did you know I delivered a baby in a parking lot earlier this month? It was scary, Bianca, but at the same time it was the best feeling ever. Salvatore said I can’t work anymore. That controlling son of a b
