Tonya
I didn’t meet the Shaman because I was in a lot of pain. Though I took painkillers. It reduced my pain to a certain level.
Three days passed in a blur. Whenever I took meals to Angie, it led to humiliation from her most of the time. For some reason, she always wanted her meals in the bedroom. She never left a chance to insult me. One day, in Zeke’s presence, she threw her plate across the room without even tasting it. The food spilled on the floor, the rug and on the wall. Then she walked to Zeke and sat on his lap. He stroked her back as she whined about how horrible the food was.
“Sorry, baby,” he purred.
Horrified, I stared at them. When Angie looked at me, she barked, “What are you looking at, omega? Clean it!”
I held back the sting of tears in my eyes, and bent down to
