Angelaboutme -

“I couldn’t stop him from leaving,” Margo said quietly. “And I couldn’t stop the foster parents who yelled, or the ones who didn’t care, or the kids at school who called you ‘trash.’ But I could sit on that fire escape. I could make sure the lock jammed just enough to slow you down. I could send a warm breeze through your window on the nights you forgot to eat. Little things. They never feel like enough, but they’re all I have.”

Lena stopped believing in angels the same day she stopped believing in her father. angelaboutme

She stayed in the hospital for two weeks. Margo visited every day, always bringing snacks—cheese puffs, mostly, but also an alarming number of those little peanut butter cracker packets. She told ridiculous stories about other people she’d guarded over the centuries (a Viking who kept trying to fight trees, a Victorian lady who secretly wrote terrible poetry, a nineteenth-century baker whose bread was so bad it once started a small riot). She made Lena laugh, which hurt her ribs, which made her laugh harder. “I couldn’t stop him from leaving,” Margo said quietly

“Thank you.”

“That cat was about to get hit.”

Margo shrugged, crunching another cheese puff. “Just Margo. I’m your angel.” I could send a warm breeze through your