“It’s July twenty-fifth,” he answered for her. x video It was fancy; had white linen tablecloths, live music that usually consisted of piano and string instruments. Their table sat on a nice patio outside, that overlooked the river that ran through the downtown area. But to Angel, the darkness was suffocating. July twenty-fifth was the day her life changed; for the better or for the worse was still yet to be determined. She preferred to blend in and go unnoticed, and on her ‘birthday’ she could do anything but. He hadn’t allowed Angel to work at the club since the shooting. They could hurt her. A gentle rain had begun to fall, and Angel watched it out the truck window. She opened the bottle of mouthwash and took a quick swig before replacing
