C22 FOUL MOOD

I topped off my black jeans with a black knee-length trench coat and black boots. I throw a glance at Angel. Again, I picked her up from school, still in her gloomy mode, which didn’t even allow me to shop for my new outfits in peace. On arriving home, she went straight to bed and tucked herself into the duvet. She hasn’t said a word. I kiss her goodbye and head out