Chapter Thirty-Eight
Alex
“Are you sure?” Delilah asked.
I looked over at her. We were at her apartment, sitting on her couch. We’d done a few other errands and then gotten takeout pizza after the meeting at the funeral home. Delilah’s calves were resting across my lap as she leaned into the corner of the couch. She looked tired, her eyes a little red from crying, and what seemed to be a permanent furrow between her brows, at least this afternoon.
“Of course I’m sure. I didn’t fly all the way out here just to turn around and leave. I’ll stay as long as you’d like.”
“As long as I’d like? Well, in that case…” she began with a smile. It was a tired smile, but nonetheless, I was glad to see she could tease.
I lightly squeezed one of her feet. It was warm through the cotton of her socks.
