Delilah POV
I had decided to visit the manor. A soft presence could soothe the tension that has been around lately, and Vincent valued such attention around his daughter.
The guards knew me and stepped aside without hesitation. The manor doors opened into warm light. Myra sat on the floor with her picture books spread around her. She did not look up immediately. She never rushed for me the way she did for him.
I forced a pleasant smile and approached with graceful steps. “Good afternoon, sweetheart.”
She glanced at me once, then returned to her book. “Hello.”
There was no warm welcome. It was a fact that a tiny wall was already built between us, brick by brick.
I knelt at her side. “I heard you had a difficult morning. That doctor should have been more gentle with you.”
She did not
