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And slowly, painfully, the cement began to crumble.
“Margo who?”
Lena felt something crack inside her chest—not a rib, but something older, deeper. The cement she had spent two decades pouring around her heart was developing a hairline fracture.
“I always knew I had a guardian angel,” Lena said slowly. “I just thought she would look different. More wings. Less orange dust.”
But here was the thing about angels, Lena finally understood: it didn’t matter if they were real. What mattered was that, for the first time in twenty-six years, she believed someone was watching. Someone cared. Someone had been there all along, sitting on the fire escape in the rain, waiting for her to look up.