"HER name was Delilah."
Yuki stammered. "I–I never know." Grace never told her.
"Don't feel bad. You can't expect to know everything about Damien in a day. Especially about his complicated family situation." Evelyn sighed. "But it's alright. You have all the time in the world for that." She deliberately worked a thick edge of warning into her tone when she added, "Brace yourself, dear. There is a lot for you to discover in the future."
"So, what happened to Delilah?" Yuki asked, hoping to find out what she never learned about her husband's other sister.
Evelyn muttered, "Long story." And she paused for a lengthy time. "As far as I remember, I was six. And Damien was seven, almost eight when Lady Greta was expecting." Her memory was a bit hazy. It has been a long time since that incident occurred. Years ago. "As I was still a child, I understand nothing. Only when I grew older, then my mother retold the story."
