Kate’s P.O.V.
“Are you scared or happy,” Christian asked.
“Kind of both,” I answered.
“I can understand,” he said. “How do you feel?”
“Okay,” I said.
“Don’t lie, if you don’t feel good then please tell me.”
“I’m fine,” I told him.
“Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m fine,” I assured him.
“Okay, try to get some sleep; I’m going to go call my mom.”
“Okay,” I told him.
Miranda’s P.O.V.
“I want to go home to my daughter,” I shouted. As soon as I spoke, the angel appeared. “How long has it been,” I asked.
“Just over a month,” the angel answered. She had told me that her name was Heather. At the time she had told me this I was shocked since I had expected it to be way different; more angel-like.
“What about Kate? She has got to be suffering now,” I said.
“Your daughter’s fine, but she is suffering from a single recurring nightmare,” Heather replied.
“How do you know that?”
“I’m an angel, I know many things,” Heather said.
“Just, please, let me go back to Kate,” I said.
“Not right now, but soon,” she said. At that she disappeared.
Christian’s P.O.V.
I was worried about Kate. It probably showed, too. I walked out into the hall and dialed my mom’s number.
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Recovering Love: Decisions, Decisions, and More Decisions
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