C51 Crossroads

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