BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION
"Mr. Uncle calls Mummy’s name out in his sleep on our way to this place. He loves my mummy. I believe he won’t hurt me. If he would, he would’ve done that many times before now.”
The revelation that I’d been talking in my sleep, betraying my deepest obsession even in unconsciousness, was profoundly unsettling.
Gwen folded her arms, deflated but trying to regain ground.
“Well, what do you know about love?”
Angel gave a small, dismissive shrug.
“That’s a line from Frozen. Do better.”
Gwen jaw dropped, she looked at me to say something.
Then Angel turned her full attention back to me, the real authority in her mind.
“How many days am I going to stay here?”