You Shouldn’t Be Here

Without thinking, Delilah typed in their home address and it was only after she hit send that the enormity of her mistake dawned on her.

"Damn it!" she swore under her breath, slapping her hand against her forehead.

Jessica looked at her, concern etched on her face. "What's wrong?"

"I sent him our home address," Delilah confessed, her voice laced with frustration. "I meant to send him the office address."

Jessica shrugged, trying to ease her sister's worry. "Relax. It's not like he's going to visit. He probably just needs it for the invitations."

Delilah nodded, "You're right. I doubt his wife would let him see us," she said, trying to convince herself that Jessica was right.

They finished preparing dinner in silence, each lost in their thoughts. As they sat down to eat, Jessica voiced her worry once more.

"Blake still isn't back," she said, her brow furrowed with concern.