Chapter Eleven
Delilah
February
I tapped the button to turn off my car. The engine stopped rumbling, and quiet settled around me. The trees had a light dusting of snow; their branches stripped bare of leaves and stark against the gray sky. In front of me sat my parents’ house.
They’d actually been living in this house for five years now, the longest length of time they’d lived anywhere. Shockingly, they owned it and the small piece of property on which it sat. I drew a kernel of comfort from that.
That comfort came with a prick of grief. They had this house and piece of property because my grandmother had left it to my mother in her will when she passed away. I missed my gram deeply. She’d been the most stable force in my entire childhood. The second I thought about her, Alex came to
