Chapter 65
Amber Whyte.
I was ready.
I swear I was.
My gut couldn't hold on to those confessions anymore.
Nothing I did to suppress them worked.
It felt as though my sins were starting to drown me into a deep dark lonely abyss.
I needed to confess. I needed to be free.
I tilted my head in Delilah's direction, ready to spill the beans without holding back.
My eyes were glossed with unshed tears.
My trembling lips moved to speak.
My God…those filthy confessions were heavy. It was difficult to reveal.
Finally my mouth parted. More words started to form. But my gaze accidentally met Delilah's.
I stifled a loud gasp. Eyes widened at the sight.
She looked different. Terrifyingly different.
I swallowed hard as I watched her jaws clench in fury.
Her face was as pale as a ghost. Lik
