Chapter 92

• Angelina’s POV
• “Mom! I’m home!” I said as I closed the front door behind me and double locked it out of habit.
• I shrugged off my leather jacket, hung it on the wooden hanger by the front door, and went into the direction of my small room, itching to change my clothes into my comfy pajamas and planning to trap my mom into making me her delicious hot chocolate. Not that she needed to be thoroughly convinced to do something for me, I only needed to ask and she would do anything I wanted in a heartbeat.