Crossroads

CHAPTER 51

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 co...

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