Scarlett POV
When Delaney got home from work, I was sitting by the window, back straight, hands folded in my lap like I was waiting for a verdict.
Night air moved the curtains a little, in and out, like the room itself was breathing for me because I couldn't be bothered to.
Delaney stood in the doorway for a few seconds before she said anything. "You scared the crap out of me."
I turned to look at her. She wasn't joking.
"Scarlett." She dropped her bag on the couch and sat down next to me.
"Are you okay?"
"Delaney." My voice came out smaller than I meant it to.
"Am I really that useless?"
Her whole face changed. She grabbed both my hands. "Who said that?"
"I did."
For years I'd handed him almost everything I had, trying to earn something he was never going to give me, and I hadn
