Angelaboutme __full__ [OFFICIAL]

Lena closed her eyes. “I’m hallucinating. Head trauma. Great.”

“Technically,” Margo said, picking a fleck of orange dust off her jeans, “I’m a guardian angel. Third class. Very low on the celestial totem pole. But I passed my human-interaction exam on the third try, which is actually pretty good, considering.” angelaboutme

“Who are you?” Lena croaked. Her throat felt like sandpaper. Lena closed her eyes

And slowly, painfully, the cement began to crumble. But I passed my human-interaction exam on the

At twenty-six, Lena was a freelance graphic designer working out of a cramped studio apartment in Portland. She had no pets, no plants, no relationships that lasted longer than three months. Her phone contained exactly forty-seven contacts, most of them clients. She paid her bills on time, ran four miles every morning, and never—not once—allowed herself to cry.