As I approached the house, the dim glow from the porch light illuminated a figure standing by the door. My steps faltered slightly when I recognized who it was—Delilah.
She stood motionless, arms crossed, her gaze locked onto me with an intensity that sent a small chill down my spine. There was something unsettling about the way she looked at me, like a predator waiting to pounce.
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Why are you standing there like that?” I muttered. “You nearly scared me to death.”
Delilah didn’t move. Her lips pressed into a thin line before she asked, “Where are you coming from?”
I arched a brow. “And why do you need to know?”
She scoffed, her arms tightening around her chest. “Because I’ve been standing here, watching you sit alone in that car with her.”
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