Deacon looked at Angel wondering what she had missed out on in life due to her mother passing. "If you are able to talk about it, how did your mother die?"
"My mom was assaulted three days before I graduated from high school. The police said they had never seen anything like it. I couldn't even bury her. She was in pieces." Angels eyes welled up with tears, ashamed of crying she tried to turn her head.
Deacon held on to her for fear that she would slip away from reality. "My darling Angel, I am so sorry. Please forgive my prying."
"It isn't your fault that I am a big fat crybaby." Deacon pressed Angel deeper into his chest. "Angel you are the strongest woman I know. To go through all that you have in your few years in life and still be sane, I admire you." Angel reveled in the
