Chapter 1081 Angels Don't Wear Panties:>Ep9

• Detailing yesterday's events down to her exhausted collapse into bed alone at nearly six that morning, she had to agree with Amber. How far she'd come in the space of a few hours. For the first time, she felt no urge to flip back to the beginning of the journal. No desperate desire to seek some sort of cathartic transformation by rereading the pain and horror of her unexpected loss a year ago. And in yet another first in months, her heart felt light and thoughts of what was still to come replaced those of what might have been.
• Christie put the white leather bound book aside and examined the pearly pink enamel on her toenails. It complemented her tanned skin beautifully, and she thought it would look especially fetching on Amber. But then again, what didn't look fetching on-
• The chirp of their apartment phone startled Christie out of her thoughts, making her nearly kick over the bottle of polish. She picked up the black cordless phone and pushed the TALK button, watching as soot colored clouds rolled in on a strengthening wind.