Chapter Six
“Tell me how you’ve been,” I ask Delia as she sits before me in my office, trembling nervously. It’s been several days since the scene at Tethers. In that time, I’ve caught her glance many times as I walk through the office. I’ve given her scant attention and have seen how she is increasingly more wary of me. I suppose I do this kind of distancing out of habit, though I feel that habit breaking down. To look at her I see such loveliness. I could bask in the glow of her face, lose myself in her eyes, in that expression of adoration. I recognize the scent of her perfume and without looking, know she’s near. More often than I’d like, she’s in my thoughts.
“I thought you’d forgotten me,” she replies. She looks so sad.
“This won’t be like the other relationships you’ve had,” I re
