ANGEL’S POV:
A few minutes later in the car and I still couldn’t take my eyes off the ring. Its beauty was false, mocking, everything that made me want to scream out in this madness and slam my head against the nearest wall.
Too much?
Okay, maybe I just wanted a good cry.
No, not good.
I needed a heart-wrenching, hideous, soul-wrecking wail to burn my eyes right off their socket. I deserved that much from the laughable amount of bad luck I’ve encountered in the past few days.
Since my return to L.A, I’d pushed myself not to give into the grief no matter how gruesomely it tore into my heart, to keep my hopes high and my fight strong, yet just staring at my ring finger was all it gradually took to bring about my undoing.
Oh god, this was never the plan. This…this was madness. A 10-yea
