CHAPTER 51
ZYLIAH’S POV
By the time I was entering Delia’s living room, it was past six p.m.—almost six thirty. I was exhausted by this time.
"Zee is here, Natalie. Stop with the tears." Delia’s tone carried her exhaustion too—probably trying to make Natalie stop crying.
There was a bottle of corked wine and two glasses. One was almost empty, the other looked barely touched.
Natalie lifted her face from the pillow it was buried in and spotted me. She jumped up and approached, hugging me. Ignoring my exhaustion, I stood strong for her and hugged her right back, comforting her with pats and words.
I led her to a seat.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffling. "What's the update, Zee? Please tell me." Her eyes were as puffy as her nose was blotchy and red.
Her gaze w
