" I moved closer as I dragged myself through the frozen bracken. “Who’s coming?” My voice trembled like an autumn leaf in the wind.

“Your Angels,” he replied breathily right before he crumpled to the ground in a great heap.

My body went into sensory overload. I was hurt, angry, broken, sad, terrified, and . . . hopeful. He said my Angels were coming. "

― Laura Kreitzer