Hudson’s POV
Like a terrible joke, Angela didn’t show up all night. Raven kept everyone awake with her shrill cries. We ran out of formula, yet she wouldn’t just fall asleep. We took turns carrying her, but nobody’s arms seemed comfortable as she kept thrashing and her wailing grew louder.“Angela, where are you?” Nevaeh cried. We were all exhausted and frustrated.“I’m having a bad feeling about this. Miss Angela will never run away from her children. Something is amiss,” Rita said as she rocked Raven in her arms.“Do you think she is missing?” Nevaeh asked.“I’m not sure.”“We will have to call the police tomorrow,” I suggested. No one spoke afterward as Raven finally found solace in Rita’s arms and fell asleep.The thought of Angela being missing haunted me as I entered my room and lay on my bed, facing the ceiling. Did the enemies planning to kill me get to her? That was a freaking scary thought, but I
