Big blue eyes, rimmed red from crying, surrounded by impossibly long lashes spikey from dampness looked up at her, Ink’s eyes. A sob caught in her throat. “Oh sweetie, oh Noah. It’s alright, everything will be alright now.” The little boy scooted away from her and whimpered pitifully. Angel didn’t know what to do so she climbed into the trunk with him, which wasn’t easy to do with her pregnant belly, but she finally made it and let out a laugh at her clumsiness. The boy must have found her cumbersome climb amusing too because he smiled a little and wrinkled his nose the same way Ink did when he found something funny. “Who are you?” He asked in a small voice. “My name’s Angel and I’m going to take you to meet your daddy.” His eyes narrowed. “That man killed my grandparents. He said he killed my daddy. He used a bunch of bad words. He hurt me. That woman yelled at me and said she was my mother, but she was so mean. Will you hurt me too?”
