Angel slept fitfully, tossing and turning. Memories haunting her of when her mother was killed. Wondering if her father had been close enough to touch her while passing by on the sidewalk. Would she know him if he were in front of her? Her mind traveling at the speed of light. How could she make Declan pay for what he had done?
She lay with her eyes open, the skin around her eyes swollen and sore. She had cried until her tears would no longer come. Deacon and Luna never leaving her side the entire night, well into the morning. Angel finally got up to take Luna out for a quick walk. Mismatched socks, sweatpants, and one of Deacon's sweatshirts to keep her warm while out in the yard.
Luna ran some laps around the yard before finally doing what she needed to do, all while keep
