Delilah's POV
My blue dress lay across my bed in tatters, destroyed beyond any hope of repair. Someone had taken scissors or a knife to the fabric, shredding it methodically from neckline to hem until the bodice hung in strips and the skirt looked like it had been through a paper shredder. Dark stains that looked suspiciously like motor oil covered what remained of the silk.
I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the ruins of the only formal dress I owned, the dress I'd worn to my university graduation, the one Mom had saved up for months to buy me because she wanted me to feel special that day.
Now it was destroyed.
My hands shook as I moved closer and picked up a piece of torn fabric, examining the clean, deliberate cut. Someone had spent time doing this, making sure every inch wa
