Nox

"Deloris."

I didn't shout. I knew she was outside the bedroom door, ready to intervene, yet willing to allow me to make my own mistakes—again.

"N-Nox?" Charli's one-word question hung in the air.

I couldn't look at her. I couldn't stare into her golden eyes and see the hurt and disappointment. I was too busy feeling my own.

How much did she know about Jocelyn? Did she know what happened? She couldn't. It wasn't public knowledge. Even Jo's ...