Chapter 122

At the Stockton Residence After visiting Delia's parents at the cemetery that morning, Delia and Curtis headed straight home without any detours. Delia went for a long soak in the tub-a real, full-body kind of unwind. Though life had been relatively peaceful since she came back, there was always this invisible weight on her chest that kept her from fully settling into this little home with Curtis. But now, most of the mess was cleaned up. The ghosts from her past life didn't get to her anymore, and she'd found out Curtis's leg wasn't even really injured. Finally, she could let go and truly breathe easy. Next up on her list? Pulling off a surprise for his thirtieth birthday-a little "mini Curtis." She stayed in the bath so long that if Curtis hadn't knocked to check on her, she might've just dozed off in there. When she came out, Curtis gently led her over to the vanity and started drying her hair, slowly and carefully. "Don't soak that long again. You'll catch cold." Delia gave a small