Angel was stretched out on the floor, kicking her heels as she laughed at the cartoons. With a deep breath, Asia stepped away, leaned against the hallway wall. She had less than thirty minutes.She tucked the phone between her shoulder and ear. “I don’t know, Noon,” she spoke loudly. “There’s something wrong with Bobby.” Asia paused, as if Noon really were on the other end. After a few seconds, she continued, “I’ve been watching the way he touches Angel. What he’s doing is wrong.” More silence; Asia peeked around the corner. Angel was sitting up now, Asia’s words bringing her to attention.Asia leaned back, spoke. “All I know, Noon, is that I will do anything to keep Angel safe. I love her. But”—she paused—“I don’t know if Bobby loves Angel. I don’t think he does.”That’s enough, Asia thought as she took a deep breath. All she wanted to do was rush into the den, hold Angel, and tell her that she was loved by her mommy and her daddy. But all she did was tiptoe away, leaving Angel alone.Asia waited in the kitchen and, just as she’d expected, within minutes her daughter stood in front of her.“Hey, precious.
