GETTY AJAX
I walked into her room, leaving my bags on the door. I sit next to her, on the bed.
“Angel…”
She has her eyes on her phone. That is all she does lately. She tells me that she is reading f*******: diaries, they are keeping her very much alive.
“Hi,” She says, with her eyes still on the phone.
“What are you reading?”
She lifts her head, looking at me. She's been crying. Her eyes are puffy.
“One of my f*******: reads,” She snorts. “My favorite character is going through the most,” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Is it the story that is making you cry like this? I thought maybe I am the reason for those tears. Ah, one must create a f*******: account and join your stories,” She laughs.
My baby for the first time is laughing at what I said to her. Not yelling at me. Are we pr
