THE DEEPEST SECTRET

I finish dressing up in my room for yet another annoying park outing with Angel and the bitch, Maria. It's the third time we are doing this, and I am freaking out. My one-month pregnancy is kind of making me lazy, and the witch's demand to take Angel out every damn time she feels like it is stirring my emotions badly. We should have a serious talk about this with her because she will not order me around in my house like a puppet.

Swaggering out of my room to say goodbye to Andy and get Angel, I find this witch leaning on his door, eavesdropping on Andy. The nerve! What is so inviting that caught her attention? This is not the direction to her room, so was she trying to sneak into Andy's room? Is she growing suspicious of us?

I start wobbling my legs slowly in her direction, and now that I think of it, maybe she is actually speculating something. Could that be why Damian has kept a low profile for the last four days? The officers who were trailing him down have not been able to gather