Scarlett POV
The next morning, Mrs. Jackson came to my house.
I knew who she was before I opened the door.
She stood on the porch in an expensive coat, holding a structured handbag in one hand and a folder in the other.
Her expression was controlled.
“Mrs. Hale...”
“Ms. Ravencroft.”
I corrected her immediately.
Her lips tightened.
“Ms. Ravencroft.”
She held out the folder.
“I came to apologize.”
I didn’t take it.
“For what?”
Her fingers tightened around the handle of her bag.
“For what happened to Delaney.”
“That’s a start.”
She glanced past me.
“May I see her?”
“She’s inside.”
Mrs. Jackson walked into the house and found Delaney sitting on the sofa.
She stopped a few feet away.
“I’m sorry.”
Delaney looked at her without speaking.
“I shouldn’t have handled the situa
