Delilah's POV
I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Dante's hand on my shoulder and heard his voice promising tomorrow would be entertaining. When my alarm went off at seven, I was already awake and staring at the ceiling.
The healing center. I still had to go to work. Margaret expected me at eight, and missing would only prove what Mateo had said about me being unreliable.
I dragged myself out of bed and got ready, pulling on clean clothes and braiding my hair back. My reflection looked hollow with dark circles under my eyes.
The walk to the healing center felt longer than usual. When I pushed through the door at seven fifty-five, the atmosphere hit me immediately.
Stella and Cara were already there organizing supplies. They looked up when I entered, and I sa
