Tristan

I stared at the note Delilah had left, reading it for the third time.

Had to check on the twins. Lana wasn't answering and I got worried. I'll be back before the hearing. Don't be angry. - D

It was short and rushed like she'd written it in a hurry.

I crumpled the paper in my fist, frustration bubbling up in my belly. Of course she'd gone to check on our daughters. Of course maternal instinct had overridden political strategy.

But fuck, the timing was terrible.

The hearing was ...