Chapter 33
“You should have told me all this when you first suspected.” Rachel, her bulging bag between us on the bed, shook her head. “You must have been terrified.”
“I was more angry than anything.” Even as I said it, I felt my unwanted companion seething inside me, whispering about Rachel’s selfishness, telling me she was only there because she wanted to look good in front of Jake, but I pushed the voice and the feeling down. As soon as Rachel walked into my room, the story tumbled out like a waterfall. I’d told her about meeting Ruth Claudia, how she didn’t remember buying the necklace, the vision of Delilah in the kitchen, the mist holding me to the mirror, the dreamscapes where I’d seen and felt Delilah’s torment—everything. Rachel wanted to help because she cared about me and beca
