Angela Montgomery
Oh grumpy, sleepy baby. SHE JUST WANTS TO REST.
“Angela,” Kami whispered. “Are you asleep?”
Angela, lying on her back with her eyes shut and her hands folded like Snow White in a glass coffin, said flatly, “Yes.”
“Because I’d like to talk about our feeeeeeelings.”
“I wish I was dead.”
“Angela, you don’t mean that.”
“Kami, I do. And do you know why? Because then you might let me rest in peace.”
“I really wouldn’t count on it.”
—Untold, chapter five
