Delia tried to balance showering her husband with love and working on breaking the curse as best she could in case things didn't work out but she really couldn't afford to think that way either. Her head was a mess.
The morning of her twenty-second twenty-fifth birthday dawned and she was undeniably nervous. Today was the day. They were going to try and cast the countercurse and if it didn't work, she was going to die. Again. Things would change no matter what.
She had called Hannah the night before, wanting to make sure her sister in this life knew exactly how much she loved her in case things didn't work out. She didn't answer so Delia had to leave a voicemail.
That wasn't the same but it was the best she could do for now. If everything went according to plan, she would be able to talk to Hannah for real later.
Delia didn't want to keep losing people she loved either. She was outlived by every family she ever had.