Claire’s POV
Delilah’s warning struck me straight through the heart. She said them with such sincerity, such conviction, that I felt them like a piercing dagger straight through my chest.
Her warning didn’t come from nowhere. She knew things. She had to, to be filled with this much conviction.
“Please,” I said. “Tell me everything you know, everything you remember from that time.”
Delilah started to shake her head. “I don’t know. It was so long ago.”
“Anything you can remember about the past might help Claire stay safe in the now,” Gideon added. “I implore you. We would not ask you to push yourself if it wasn’t important.”
Hannah frowned slightly. “You okay, grandma?”
Delilah rubbed her forehead. “I’m fine, dear. I just… Perhaps if we went somewhere a little less loud. More private.
