Delilah couldn’t sleep, she was too scared to close her eyes while laying in the same bed as him. The room was only lit by the lamp on the bedside table, but it’s light illuminated enough.

The double door closet in front of the bed was filled with clothes; clothes that belonged to a woman and not a man. There was a diary in the drawer on the bedside table, makeup and jewelry in the small box beside the lamp atop of it. She’d searched through this place before finally settling in, ...