Delilah's Pov

Alyssa had been chattering nonstop since morning, trying everything she could to pull me out of the fog sitting heavy in my chest. She and Reyna were like two determined healers diagnosing sadness and prescribing laughter as the cure.

"Delilah," Alyssa said, her eyes twinkling, "if you really want to recover fast, you need to do something that makes you feel alive again. Like...buying new dresses, for example. You know, bright colors, silky fabric, something that says I'm back, bitches."

Reyna snorted, almost spilling her tea. "Or maybe she should just rest and stop thinking about people who don't deserve her time."

I laughed softly, though my heart...