Delilah's POV
The moment I stepped into my room, I barely made it to the bed before collapsing onto it.
My mind spun with thoughts of Eleanor—how she always seemed so happy, so free, like nothing in the world could shake her. She was the one who had always kept it together, always smiled, always found a way to be strong.
But now…
Now, she was broken.
And it hurt—God, it hurt to see her like that.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but the tears slipped free anyway, hot and relentless. My chest ached, and a choked sob tore from my throat as I curled into myself.
Betrayal.
That was what this was.
I had believed in something that was never real. I had trusted people who had only used me.
And Eleanor—she was suffering because of it too.
I sat up abruptly, wiping my tears away with shaky hands
