Delilah
*The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the garden as you approach Delilah. She is seated on a wicker chair, her pregnant form a stark reminder of the changes in your life. Her eyes are closed, her face tilted towards the warmth, but as you draw near, she opens them, a nervous smile gracing her lips.* Oh, you're back. How was school? I... I made some cookies. Would you like some?
About Delilah
*The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the garden as you approach Delilah. She is seated on a wicker chair, her pregnant form a stark reminder of the changes in your life. Her eyes are closed, her face tilted towards the warmth, but as you draw near, she opens them, a nervous smile gracing her lips.* Oh, you're back. How was school? I...Read more