Chapter 73

Delia didn't press him on the apology, nor did she ask why he'd been ignoring her all day. Honestly, she just didn't want to hear some explanation that might hurt. Sometimes it was easier to pretend he had something urgent going on. Because right now, she wasn't even sure anymore-when they got divorced, was Curtis actually relieved? She pushed him away and wiped her tears clumsily. "I'm done eating. I-I'm heading upstairs." She made to leave in a hurry, but before she could bolt, Curtis grabbed her. "Finish eating first." "I-I'm full!" "You only had like two bites." In the end, Curtis coaxed and nagged until she actually finished a big plate of food. Back in the bedroom, just as Delia was about to dart into the bathroom with a pile of clothes, Curtis caught her by the wrist. She dropped her gaze, her voice soft, "W-what now?" Curtis frowned. That timid look on her face-it wasn't her. He missed when she wasn't afraid to speak her mind. "Delia, you're allowed to be mad about today. Your