Chapter 71

• STUBBORN MEN
• The following day, Ayana woke to the warmth of a blanket covering her as her head rested on the bed beside her daughter. She looked around the room, but there was no one. To the angel that brought the blanket, she was grateful.
• She looked at her still sleeping daughter, more self-blame surging in as she recalled that she watched her daughter get hit by a motorcycle. She cursed the hit-and-run man a million times. But to herself, she blamed herself even more.