Chapter 18
December 21, 2025 at 4:03 AM
Angela eventually fell asleep.
She had confessed without confessing. Michelle’s car. I wrote everything down in Spanish, hoping it wouldn’t make sense if translated.
My plan was to act as if I’d forgotten and move back in with Madeline and Maira. But was I ever safe? Angela was a U.S. Marshal—above the law.
I emailed Madeline, hoping to see her soon.
“Whatcha up to?”
I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“I’m meeting Madeline for lunch tomorrow.”
“It would’ve been nice if you asked.”
She eyed me lustfully. “Want to snuggle?”
“No.”
“When are you going to move on?”
I didn’t give a shit what she thought.