Sandy's POV
I marched into my room and picked up my charging phone. I quickly dialed Angela's number and waited as it rang. I needed answers.
I paced around as I waited for her to pick up. When she didn't, I dialed her number and sat on the bed this time. My heart was pounding and my body was heated up from how angry I was feeling. I was confused, feeling as if I was pinned against a wall.
Everyone around me was making me go crazy and that included me too. It felt like I was being choked and boxed in. I was restless, anxious and stressed.
Was it so bad that I wanted answers? Was I an asshole for seeking answers to what had happened? Was I in the wrong to go to my so-called husband for help and understanding? Why was I feeling like the bad one?
Angela did not pick up and that made
