I open my eyes, in awe of her tenacity and courage. “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe it,” she assures me, massaging her stomach. “This baby is proof of the love we share.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Although I’m sure Angel meant to comfort me, hearing about someone else’s happy ever after doesn’t do anything to make me feel better. In fact, I’m close to losing it again. I jump up and rush to the sink, throwing up. Turning the cold water on, I rinse my mouth out and then drink handfuls of water.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Angel says apologetically. “I wanted you to know you’re not alone. Every old lady knows how it feels to suffer in silence.”
I turn the faucet off and give her an appreciative look. “I know.”
“Still do when I reminisce about the past and miss my brothers before they were patched members.”
I spread my hands wide on the vanity and dare a peek in the mirror. Considering my current emotional state and the lack of sleep, I’m surprised I don’t look worse than I do. My eyes are a bit swollen and red, but if I wash my face and apply a bit of makeup, Silver might not notice I’ve been crying. I don’t want him to see me this way—it would give him great satisfaction to know I’ve been upset. He’s as heartless as my father ever was, maybe even worse.
“Can I get you anything, Starlet? Maybe something to eat?”
I straighten up, turning to look at her. “A toothbrush and toothpaste?”
“Sure. Wait here…Starlet!”
I drop to the floor, too dizzy and weak to hold my head up.
I sense Angel beside me, even hear the concern in her voice, but can’t make out what’s she saying exactly. The world is suddenly spinning, the light fading in and out. “A-Angel?” I don’t want to be alone.
“Stay down,” she says. “I’ll get help.”
