Free To Go

As Delilah drove towards the station, her mind replayed the conversation she had just had with Madam Quinn. The older woman's words echoed in her head, sowing seeds of doubt and uncertainty.

Was there something about Blake that she didn't know?

Madam Quinn had hinted at hidden truths, and while Delilah had stood her ground, she couldn't shake the feeling that the older woman knew more than she was letting on. The thought gnawed at her as she sped down the road.

Was Blake really hiding something from her?

The idea that Blake, the man she had come to care for, might have secrets of his own was unsettling. But Delilah quickly dismissed the thought. If there was one thing she had learned over the years, it was that trusting her instincts had always served her well. And her instincts told her that Blake was a good man.

Or was that her emotions speaking? Was she thinking that because it was what she wanted to believe?