Delilah didn’t call that night.

I didn’t expect her to. I would have been surprised if she worked that fast.

Wounds like hers needed silence before they festered. The kind of silence that turns humiliation into anger, the kind of anger that can be shaped and that was what I was hoping for.

I gave her hints to make her think throughout the night and come up with her own conjectures and conclusions and then I would be able to work with that.

When she finally appeared the next morning in my ...