THIRTY-EIGHT.

Angel POV.

After my chat with Nala, we both finished our food while we both were busy thinking of our future, do I tell her? Do I tell her that I found another room in the house, one that's meant for a baby, but I'm not a baby and neither is she but what if they try to make us act likes ones, I'm not a child.

"Lunch is over, come on Angel, don't be too sad, anything is better than our old lives, and I know they are trying to teach me some manners that my mother didn't, but I'm actually enjoying their attention, I had good family, but I was never the only center of attention," she says and I looked at her confused, wasn't she against all of this three minutes ago.

"Don't give me that look, what else can we do? Run away? You know what they do with the ones that run," she reminds me, I saw first hand what happened.

"Then let them treat us like children?" I ask her with a raised brow.

"I didn't have a great childhood, I don't mind another one," Nala says.

"What if it doesn't end?What