DELILAH
It was Friday, and I was in Santa Monica on the beach, watching the waves as they gently rolled onto the sand and pulled back again.
Santa Monica was my happy place, the spot where I went when I needed to chill out and relax. Friday was my short day of classes along with one of my days off from work.
I needed all the relaxing I could get after what had happened last night with Mom.
She’d shown up at my apartment early yesterday evening with Lila in tow, ready to give me the guilt trip to end all guilt trips. She’d wasted no time in getting to the point of why she’d been there, making comments about Jacob and how she’d done her research and found out who he was, what he did for a living.
My phone buzzed and my stomach tightened at the sound. I took one last look at the beach,
