Delilah's POV
I walk out. Not because I am shook or whatever. I feel betrayed. I feel mortified. I feel bad.
I know my mom is following right behind me. But I don't have the energy to have any sort of conversation with her right now.
"Deedee" mom calls me but I don't stop walking.
I walk until I am at the lake again and I sit at the same place I sat almost two months ago when the fire incident happened. There is no tree here and not much grass growing either.
The fire made a huge patch of nothingness here. And I don't like it somehow. This was my favorite place and now it's ruined.
I notice mom sitting at a safe distance from me. Probably a good three five away from me. She doesn't say anything as she stares at the lake before us.
"Why did anyone not tell me or Gigi about thi
