The sun was bright enough that Angela figured it was finally an acceptable hour to wake up. She had been tossing and turning all night, the anticipation of their drive to Amache and the discomfort of trying to sleep without her big pregnancy pillow duking for what could disrupt her sleep more. She sat up on the side of the bed and picked up her phone from the nightstand and let out an audible grunt.
“What, what is it?” Carl said sleepily, rolling over towards her and placing his hand on her lower back. Angela immediately felt better. He knew how much her lower back had started to hurt and he tried to rub it whenever he could. Even just his hand on it made her feel more relaxed.
“Nothing, just,” she let out a big sigh, “just still no text from my mom.”<...
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