Chapter 45

Delilah

Later that night, I wake up to the feeling of something wet and soft on my forehead. I don't open my eyes because I know who it is. Beau is here for his nightly visit. I don't know how he gets in this late, but he’s come to see me every single night even though I asked him to stay away. I won't lie; a part of me is happy he didn't listen, because I look forward to this nighttime ritual. I lay as still as possible, pretending to be asleep.

"How are you doing today, my love?" Beau whispers. "I’m here to visit like I promised I would. I hope you’re doing better."

I want to answer, and say yes, I am doing better and tell him there’s nothing to worry about, but I don’t. His voice tells me how concerned he is, and I wish I could ease his worries, but I can't. He’ll stop coming once I acknowledge his visits, and I don't want that. I need this time with him.

Tears sting the back of my eyes. Knowing these are the only moments I’ll ever have wi