CASSY
The elevator doors close behind Delilah, and for a moment, the three of us just stand there.
Sienna's hand drops from my face. She takes a step back, putting professional distance between us.
"Delilah," she says. Her voice is smooth, but controlled. "Welcome. I'm sure you'd like to get cleaned up and rest. Cassy can show you to the guest room."
It's polite, almost warm but there's something in her tone that makes it clear this isn't a request, it's a dismissal.
Delilah doesn't move. She's still looking at me. "Cassy?" Her voice cracks. "Are you... are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I say too quickly.
Delilah's eyes narrow. She looks at Sienna, then back at me. "Can we talk? Alone?"
"Of course," Sienna says before I can answer. "Take all the time you need. I have work to do anyway." S
