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 surgeon would take up the job of fixing her

here,” one of her friends called her name and she turned to her with a huge smile on

before she could run off,

lives. What she said was mean

brought out a new necklace that was around

to me as a surprise. “who gave

She signaled for me to come down to her level. With confusion not hidden from my face, I did, “he’ll be there

smiled. I helped her tuck the necklace back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you see Daisy, walk

kissed my cheek. “Yes,

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

She was really eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as she got to them, the three of them including one boy, held hands and walked into the school

was really home

I was trying to take my time. My

for what appeared to be an hour. I paced a little, sat down,

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

in cobalt blue and ochre, with soft, natural light entering through sheer curtains that were adorned with splashes of paint. Canvases of various sizes were placed against the wall. Brushes of all shapes and sizes, as well as an easel, were in the center of

It spoke of a language of inspiration and I didn’t want to

a pencil and sat in front of the

even hold the

biggest fan but I needed help and

up on the

Angela, I’m surprised you called

ask you

call me Zack and you’re

done in a long time because of what I confided in you about and

yourself for the circumstances you find yourself or maybe you’re scared your work, wouldn’t be perfect even if you tried again. Why don’t you try letting go of everything and anything

I was actually worried about how

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