Name: Angela Montenegro
Her secret: She has a daughter.
Or should it be had?
She's never quite sure what tense to use in that sentence. But it doesn't really matter, because she's never told anyone.
And she doesn't plan to.
That time in her life wasn't great.
She was only eighteen, fresh out of high school and a naively optimistic freshman at the creative arts college of her dreams.
How quickly things like that change.
She dropped out the moment she knew. She didn't want to be 'the pregnant girl'.
Who would?
She never told the father, either. No need to burden him with something this monumental.
And it's not like she knew his name.
Sometimes she wonders what happened to her daughter. Last she heard, she was adopted by a nice family up in Maine.
But that was twelve years ago.
She actually used the one picture of the baby that she had as a test in the early stages of the Angelator. Though she probably won't ever know if her calculations are correct, it's nice for her to be able to put a face with a name.
The entire nine months of pregnancy was spent putting off picking out that name. She wanted it to be perfect. It was all she could give her daughter before sending her off, after all.
And in the end, she found the decision wasn't nearly as difficult as she'd thought. The perfect name encompassed everything she'd wanted it to.
Hope.