Bec3 It Ain t Over Til It s OverChapter 23 Sunday Morning
I woke feeling warm and comfortable and cozy. I was also feeling as if I’d just been poked in the shoulder. The poke didn’t go with the other feelings. I blinked my eyes open and looked out into my room. Daylight filtered through the curtains and lit up the unhappy face of Angie. She was watching me with an uncertain look on her face. I think she was wondering if I was awake. Once she noticed that my eyes were open her face cleared into a smile. “Good morning, Angie,” I whispered, my voice...