Nox
"Deloris."
I didn't shout. I knew she was outside the bedroom door, ready to intervene, yet willing to allow me to make my own mistakes—again.
"N-Nox?" Charli's one-word question hung in the air.
I couldn't look at her. I couldn't stare into her golden eyes and see the hurt and disappointment. I was too busy feeling my own.
How much did she know about Jocelyn? Did she know what happened? She couldn't. It wasn't public knowledge. Even Jo's family didn't know. I didn't owe them that, not after the way they treated her and me. Even Oren didn't know the whole truth. Only Deloris.
"Alex," Deloris said as she opened the door.
Taking one step back from Charli, I stood still, not making eye contact with either one of them. Instead, I turned away, my chest heaving with the too many
