Dinner was the most intense hour of my life. I sat at the head of the table, my hands slightly shaking with guilt as I cut into my steak. Across from me sat Elena, looking refreshed from her trip, and to my right was Angel. She had showered and changed into a fresh sundress, but to me, she still smelled like the afternoon we had just shared.
"So…" Elena started, sipping her wine. "How were things while I was gone? Mark, was Angel a good girl?"
I choked slightly on my water. "Yes," I managed to say, wiping my mouth. "She was... very helpful. Very quiet."
Angel giggled as she reached for the salad bowl, her eyes locking onto mine with a playful, wicked glint. "I was more than just quiet, Mom. I helped Daddy a lot. He had so much work to do, and he was so stressed. I just did what I could
