Delilah lay on her bed face up as she thought about all her father had said. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
She was angry at her father, angry at Claudia, and angry at herself for not realizing what was going on and letting her father slave away that way.
Unable to sleep, she got off the bed and went to stand by the window. As she looked out into the night, her stomach rumbled, and she realized that she had not eaten anything since breakfast with Hunter at his place that morning. She sighed at the thought.
Breakfast with Hunter that morning now seemed like days away, and not just hours ago. Thinking about Hunter, she wondered what he was up to and how his grandmother was doing.
She walked over to her bed and picked up her phone before walking out of the bedroom, intending to give him a call as she made herself something to eat.
