*Angela*
Angela Jennings sat propped up in her bed, her eyes fixed on the television mounted on the wall opposite her.
The room was quiet save for the soft rustle of papers in her hands. She looked down at the documents spread across her lap, each page filled with damning evidence against Special Agent Dobkins and his network of corrupt officials.
For years, she had kept these secrets close, biding her time and gathering more information. Now, as she recovered from the attempt on her life, Angela knew it was time to bring everything into the light.
The door to her room opened, and Layla entered, followed closely by Dante. Angela's heart swelled with love and concern as she took in her daughter's appearance–the dark circles under her eyes, the protective way she cradled her swollen belly.
"Mom," Layla said softly, moving to sit in the chair beside the bed. "How are you feeling?"