Delilah's POV
I sat there crying in the passenger seat while Dante said nothing. The silence stretched between us and I felt exposed and raw, like I'd just stripped myself bare in front of someone who might not deserve to see that vulnerable part of me.
But when I finally looked up at him through my tears, his expression was soft and understanding.
"I'm sorry you went through that," he said quietly. "I can't imagine losing my father like that."
I nodded, wiping at my face with the tissue. "I just miss him so much. Every day I wake up and for a split second I forget he's gone, and then I remember and it hurts all over again."
"That's the worst part, isn't it?" Dante reached over and squeezed my hand gently. "The remembering."
"Yeah." I took a shaky breath and tried to pull myself toge
