Delia’s footsteps echoed softly on the cracked pavement as she walked away from the park’s quiet corner, her mind swirling with a mixture of frustration, worry, and resolve. The cool evening air brushed against her skin, but beneath her hoodie, a shiver ran down her spine—partly from the chill, partly from the lingering weight of Sarah’s words.
Her thoughts turned to Thomas as she bit her lower lip and clenched her fists. His was his fault, his doing. Why should she feel sorry for him?
Delia slowed her pace, her eyes fixed on the empty street ahead. Her thoughts kept circling back to everything Sarah had said—Samantha’s manipulations, her dangerous plans, the threats against Thomas. She had dismissed it all at first, claiming she didn’t care, but deep inside, a flicker of unease had ta
