Don’t Let Me Down
DELILAH
The interrogation with the FBI and Aidan Langley is over. But then again so is my life.
I give them everything. Everything I know about the Gafanellis. Everything about my attack.
Aidan Langley still looks at me as if I have a disease through it all, and despite missing my Melanie, I’m glad I came to New York, the desire to drive a dagger back into the hearts of the people who put fear in mine stronger than ever.
I feel proud of myself. Prouder than I have been in years.
I say nothing after the interview when Javi drops me off quietly in front of the Lexington hotel, the silence between us stretching all the way from Langley’s office to Lexington Ave. I say even less after we part ways, and thirty minutes later, after the coldest shower of my life, sometime
