Equinox
DelphineRebecca is quiet during the long drive to Thornchapel, which is not unusual—Rebecca is often quiet during the drive. But today is different. Anticipatory, maybe, even though every time Delphine looks at her, Rebecca is on her iPad answering emails or scrolling through something important-looking—just like any other drive—and so maybe Delphine is wrong and there’s nothing different about this silence at all.
No matter how much she’d like to imagine there is.
Imbolc was perfect, Imbolc was magical—and it was so perfect and magical that Delphine had refused to listen to the warnings in Rebecca’s voice, to the warnings that Rebecca actually uttered.
Tomorrow we wake up ashamed.
Delphine knew only the most remedial etiquettes and manners around s*x, so she’d assumed that
