Angel locked herself in the bathroom and cried. Her clothes were all covered in black coffee stains. Angel had opened two buttons of her shirt and found reddish wounds along the skin of her neck and chest from the hot coffee.

"Angel, open the door."

Angel ignored Xander's voice and remained standing in front of the sink. She deliberately turned on the tap loudly to disguise the sound of her crying.

“Angel, I know you're there. I will break down the door if you don't open it.”

The banging on ...