Chapter 20
"Did you find everything? Get it all moved?"
Delilah spun around. "I thought you'd be sleeping?"
Scott curved his lips slightly. "Nope. Do too much of that."
She walked over to the bed and lightly kissed him on the lips.
"How are you doing?"
She sat down on the edge of the bed as she picked up Scott's pale, thin hand. The veins looked like they wanted to pop out of his skin. He'd never been a big, strong man; he'd been a man with warm, encompassing hands. Hands that she knew would save her from anything. Now, she was having to face the fact that he wasn't going to anymore. It was her turn.
He tipped her chin upward. "You're stalling. I know this sucks. Just tell me what's going on. Take me out of this prison that I'm now living in."
"Our daughter hates me. If not fully,
