The Luckiest Ch 12

“Joe, I know that I don’t mind making space for someone else. For you,” I bravely add, which earns me a handsome smile from Joe. “I don’t think that healing can be quantified, though. One day, you’re good and you think it’s all coming together; the next day, you’re confused again. It’s not linear and […]

Joe and I ended up talking for about two hours that night. It’s been a week now. We had to end the call when we both started yawning. No doubt, we’re both busy people. We have another call scheduled for today, and I have promised to catch Zabby up on things after tonight’s call, which

“Angela, why did you suddenly stop talking to me? I mean, I feel like I now know the reason, but I want to hear it from you.” I’m on a video call, and it is frankly an answered prayer. I can’t remember when I prayed, but I know that this is a dream come true.