Rachel's POV
Before the Fireworks Started
As I sit in this quaint little park, the atmosphere is a peculiar mix of anticipation and anxiety. I glance around, taking in the cheerful families, the laughter of children playing, and the faint smell of popcorn wafting through the air. Most of the people here seem wholly engrossed in enjoying their evening, while I am anxiously waiting for news about Angel. Zion had rushed to the hospital earlier—his concern was palpable. I wanted desperately to go with him, to be by Angel's side, but Zion insisted that we stay put and await the updates.
Bea and Alfred, on the other hand, seem more inclined to enjoy the festival atmosphere. They’ve been trying to coax me into joining them, to revel in the excitement surrounding us. They’re much better at putt
