After leaving the police station, they went to my apartment to sort through my belongings, following the address provided by the authorities.

I had stayed here after graduation, living and working for two whole years.

They had never visited.

Sitting in the car, my mother suddenly called out, “Delilah.”

Delilah looked at her anxiously, her eyes betraying an unmistakable guilt.

“Was that call Peaches made before she died meant for you?”

“……”

Delilah opened her mouth but couldn’t find her voice.

Even the usually articulate Delilah couldn’t come up with a suitable excuse.

Finally, she said, “I had to wake up at four for makeup, so I went to bed...