Chapter 82

Angela’s POV

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Two days ago, we returned back to the pack. This particular morning, I woke up feeling strangely enthusiastic about drawing and painting again. A part me felt it was about time to get back to the drawing board. I didn’t know if I still had it in me to be who I used to be but there wasn’t a harm in ever trying.

After getting Reina ready for school, I made her a quick breakfast and took her to school.

“Mama, are you happy?” Reina suddenly asked as we got to the school’s gate,

I frowned, “What are you talking about? I am happy”

She only shrugged. “I just want you to be always happy,”

“The same way I want you to be always happy. Are you happy Reina?” I asked her.

“Yes, mama. I have you, I have daddy, I have grandma and I have aunt Brit and I also have friends, Mark, Julle…. she went ahead to start listing probably all of her classmates and I couldn’t stop the smile that plastered itself on my face.

“I’m glad you’re happy, Reina,”

She nodded. “Aunt Daisy said she would be happy if you leave the pack,”

My ears suddenly p r c k e d up. “When did she say that?”

She began counting her fingers. “I don’t know but it’s been long ago. That time she took me for ice cream,”

“Was it when we first arrived here?” I asked her.

“Yes, mama,”

Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so bad no plastic

her friends called her name and she turned to her with a huge smile

she could run off, I pulled her

Daisy was wrong for what she said. She cannot dictate how you and I get to live our lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard

new necklace that was around her neck.

seen the necklace before and it came to me as a

this red button while counting to ten and he’ll be there…” She signaled for me to come down to her level. With confusion not hidden from

I helped her tuck the necklace back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you see Daisy, walk away from her. Don’t listen to whatever

my cheek.

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

with her friends. As soon as she got to

really home to

and I was trying to take my time. My mind was so ready to tum and walk to

got home, I stood in front of the studio for what appeared to be

I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I walked into the room with my eyes closed but as soon as

ochre, with soft, natural light entering through sheer curtains that were adorned with splashes

was missing. It spoke of a language

sat in front of

fingers kept on trembling and all I could do was struggle to even hold

twice, I called Dr. Zack. I wasn’t his biggest fan but I needed help and my

up on the

Angela, I’m surprised

I ask you

Zack and

long time because

your work when you should’ve or maybe you’re blaming yourself for the circumstances you find yourself or maybe you’re scared your work, wouldn’t be

me. I was actually worried about how my drawings

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