Just then, Helen's voice cut in, her eyes fixed on the security monitor. "Guys, look."
Delilah's fingers tightened around her phone as she turned to the screen.
Her mind spun as she watched Marco's figure shift, stepping back and glancing around.
There was no mistaking him now: the shape of his jaw, the mess of dark hair, the athletic build that hinted at more than a casual gym habit.
"What's he doing here?" Helen's voice was quiet, her eyes darting between Delilah and the screen, uncertain. "Is... is he following you?"
Delilah could barely answer.
Part of her wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, another part wanted to storm outside and demand answers.
Why was Marco here?
Why hadn't he simply knocked, instead of skulking around like a stranger in the night?
Ruby, however,
