Delilah's POV
"Before you went back to bed, I mean?"
My stomach clenched. "Briefly."
"And?"
"We didn't really talk much. They were eating breakfast when I came down."
Mom's smile widened. "But you were all together. That's good. That's a start."
I picked up half the sandwich and took a bite. The bread tasted like cardboard and the turkey might as well have been leather. I forced myself to chew and swallow anyway.
"The packhouse is beautiful, isn't it?" Mom continued. She pulled out a stool and sat across from me, her eyes bright with excitement. "Ryker gave me a full tour this morning while you were resting. The library has three whole rooms. Three! Can you imagine?"
"That's great."
"And the gardens. Oh, Delilah, you should see the gardens. There's a whole section dedicated to med
