Delilah's POV
I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed, choosing long sleeves to hide the bandages on my hands. My reflection looked hollow and exhausted, dark circles under my eyes that makeup couldn't quite hide.
The walk downstairs felt like walking to my execution.
Everyone was already seated when I entered the dining room. Ryker at the head of the table, Mom to his right, and both brothers across from each other. They all looked up when I walked in.
"Good morning, honey," Mom said with a smile that dimmed slightly when she saw my face. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," I managed, taking the empty seat next to Mom.
"You don't look fine," Ryker observed. His tone wasn't unkind but it wasn't warm either. "Rough night?"
Before I could answer, Mateo spoke up from across the table. "
