Angel’s POV

The wind blew across the room, deep in thoughts seated close to the window, my back facing the door. The lock gave way and I heard footsteps approaching. His scent hit my nostrils, his addictive scent my body fails to react to it or to myself. A part of my heart died alongside my child, nobody in the house believes a word I say. My mother in law is teary eyed and hurting. She feels sorry for my loss and that’s it. Her failure to realize I’m telling the truth or my husband’s blind faith in that doctor. Everyone believes my truth to be warped in lies and...