CHAPTER 51

ZYLIAH’S POV

By the time I was entering Delia’s living room, it was past six p.m.—almost six thirty. I was exhausted by this time.

"Zee is here, Natalie. Stop with the tears." Delia’s tone carried her exhaustion too—probably trying to make Natalie stop crying.

There was a bottle of corked wine and two glasses. One was almost empty, the other looked barely touched.

Natalie lifted her face from the pillow it was buried in and spotted me. She jumped up and approached, ...