Delilah's POV
No one had asked me that in so long. And now, he was the one asking?
I was truly stunned.
For years, everyone had been so focused on who I was now and on how I was handling everything that no one had bothered to ask who I used to be or what mattered to me back then.
"I don't know," I said slowly. "Happier, I guess. More confident. I had plans and dreams and I actually believed they'd come true."
"What kind of dreams?"
"Running my own healing center one day and maybe doing research on new treatments. I wanted to help people." I looked down at my hands. "My dad used to say I had healer's hands."
"Your dad?" His voice was gentle. "Your mom doesn't talk about him much."
"She doesn't like to." The words came out quieter than I intended. "It's too painful for her."
"What
