Angel’s POVBy the time I returned to the Packhouse, it was already in the late evening. I had expected to come home and cook dinner then get back to the hospital to make sure Dana was all set for the night. When I arrived, I froze.The scent of warm stew drifted from the kitchen, mixed with the sweet smell of roasted ingredients. For one moment, I thought, foolishly, that maybe someone might notice I’d come home injured, exhausted, and offered to cook a warm meal.But when I stepped into the living room, the warmth there wasn’t for me, it was for her.Lilian sat in the center of the room like a cherished gem, glowing under the attention of everyone that was supposed to be my family. My mother was kneeling beside her, carefully holding up a silver dress against Lilian’s body, a dress I knew came directly from my wardrobe, though no one seemed to think that mattered. My father circled her, discussing what type of jewelry she should wear to the Outstanding Service Award ceremony.“We’
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