Delilah's Pov

Morning came softly, with rays of gold spilling through the curtains like a whisper. My eyes blinked open slowly, the memory of last night weighing on my chest. My head pounded - not from lack of sleep, but from the mess of emotions knotted inside me.

I groaned quietly, sitting up, hair tangled and emotions more tangled still. "You did well, Delilah," I muttered sarcastically to myself. "You told him to leave. Bravo." My voice cracked, though, betraying the ache I'd been trying to swallow all night.

The air felt heavier this morning. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe confusion. Or maybe just the silence that comes after chaos....