Delilah's POV
I walked into the bedroom I shared with Sam, feeling very stunned. A huge part of me thought he was exaggerating about not changing a thing, but to my surprise, he wasn't.
I walked around the room, taking it all in. My lipstick still sat on my dresser next to a pair of earrings I never got a chance to put away. They were killing my ears, so I took them off the first chance I could and hurried back down stairs. That was the night the rogues took me to Lex.
I opened the dresser to see my flannel and silk pajamas sets, still folded and put away neatly.
I walked over to the bed where a vase of flowers that were now dead sat on the bedside table, and honeslty they were kind of gross. He had given me those for our anniversary not long before.
I felt this unbelievable sense of
