Free Destined to Love (Starting Over Trilogy Book 3) by Brenda Kennedy Page B

I guess we won’t be needing them.”
    “You bought those?” Mason asks as he opens his top drawer to reveal two identical pairs. “I bought these shortly after you told me about the pregnancy.”  
    Angel and I place the baby socks on her dresser side by side before going to bed.  
    The week flies by. Angel stays in bed on Monday while I work and I return her books to the library on the way home. I don’t think she needs to be reminded of the miscarriage, even though I know she can’t think of anything else. I called Angel off work with flu-like symptoms on Monday. Sara and Brea didn’t question it. I called Josephine to come over and stay with Angel for the day. Angel wasn’t happy about it, but she didn’t argue with me either.  
    I take her to work and pick her up afterwards the rest of the week; it’s a good routine that works for us. We order take-out for dinner most of the week to keep an easy routine at home. We didn’t tell anyone about the miscarriage; Angel wanted to keep it private. Friday was Angel’s official last day at the insurance company and they had a small going-away party for her. Angel has offered to help out while Brea has the baby and gets married and for other emergencies. Angel trained her replacement, Emma, this week so Monday should be a smooth transition for everyone. The samples came in the mail along with the lamps and rug she ordered, and this weekend I am packing up the condo and the cottage, while Angel decorates her office. She already has a client to meet with next week, so she needs to have her office ready. Dad drew up the papers for Angel to gift the cottage to her aunt and uncle. They received the papers in the mail yesterday and called to thank Angel for such a generous gift. They also told her to take whatever she wanted from the cottage. Angel wants only the spare bedroom furniture that belonged to her mother when she was a child, the shabby-chic china cabinet in the dining room that belonged to her Aunt Rosie, and the shabby-chic desk I gave her when we were broken up. Angel and I went over yesterday to pack up the china in the cabinet. She walked through the cottage picking up pictures and quilts before laying them back down. I know how much her family means to her and she’ll miss this place. I hired someone to come in and clean the cottage once we get what she wants out of there. There is still food even I’m afraid to touch in the refrigerator. We don’t mention or talk about the miscarriage. Madison has appointments to show the condo and she is on my butt to get my clothes out of the condo in a timely manner. I never should have said anything to her until I was already moved out. Too late now. 
    Dad backs the truck up to the garage doors and we get out. The truck is loaded with my things and things from Angel’s cottage. This is our second trip and the last load. Madison will be happy now she can get the penthouse on the market. The garage is filling up quickly. I didn’t take anything from the condo except my personal things and some paintings Mom made for me. I did take a few extra things from the cottage for Angel. She wrote me a detailed list of the things she wanted but I added to the list. I brought some framed pictures and two other quilts that were there. The cottage doesn’t have any regular blankets; they are all handmade quilts made by Angel’s grandmother, mother, and aunts.
    Angel walks out to the garage with a smile on her face. “Wow, is this the last load?”
    “Thankfully it is,” Dad says, getting out of the truck.
    “I have a spot already picked out in the dining room for the china cabinet,” Angel says while taking a box from the back seat. Dad looks over at me and smiles. “Do you want to rest before you unload it?”  
    “A water would be nice, first.” I walk to the garage refrigerator and remove two bottles of cold water, and hand my Dad one.
    Angel carries a few boxes into the house and holds the door open for my Dad and