She observed how small I was, and her expression softened. Susan patted my hand. "I'm only thinking of you, Delilah. It could be that your relationship with the boy is perfectly happy, but I look in your eyes, and your little smiles, and it seems to me that you are really very sad. I know what it's like to be very sad. Maybe I don't know what you're going through, but I do know that."
She squeezed my hand, then, and I squeezed back, and we shared a smile. It was only eight months later I was wishing her dead.
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
