Jake watched as Delilah took a deep breath, reaching into his lap to grab ahold of his hand. “Hi…Loilitha…”

Her voice was as low as a whisper; soft and gentle. “I’m sorry that I had pried into your diary…I know so much about you, and yet, you know absolutely nothing about me. You probably aren’t doing okay…watching your son suffer for years because of a decision you made for yourself must’ve been heart-wrenching. He’s still suffering because of your death, you ...