When Delilah and Mary finally reached their apartment, the driver gave a polite nod before driving off into the night.
Delilah watched the car disappear, her thoughts still tangled with the odd exchange she'd overheard earlier.
She and her aunt quietly entered the apartment.
Mary wasted no time sinking into the living room couch, rubbing her temples as if the evening had been exhausting.
Delilah, on the other hand, remained standing by the door for a moment, her mind racing.
She hadn’t wanted to bring up what she’d overheard in the car—too risky with the driver nearby—but now that they were alone, she couldn’t let it go.
"Aunt Mary," Delilah began, her voice cutting through the silence. "What were you and Elder Donato talking about earlier?"
Mary looked up, startled by the sudde
