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them to go through this alone. I don’t want to go through this alone.
    Wyatt strokes the back of Delilah’s head, following the slope of her long blond hair. His biceps flex, and his jaw clenches. I know he’s holding back tears. He’s big and broad, and Delilah looks small and innocent in his strong, capable arms. Wyatt’s got an edge about him. He can slay a man or seduce a woman with a single glance.
    It’s embarrassing how many times I’ve fantasized about being that woman. Through high school and college my feelings toward Wyatt were usually just under the surface. I haven’t ever known what to make of them, and I’d never act on them. But there have definitely been times when I’ve longed to catch his eye in that way.
    I really need to distract myself from thinking about Wyatt that way. I glance at them, and think, not for the first time, about how different they are. Even though I’ve known them forever, sometimes I have to remind myself they’re twins. Delilah always does the right thing. When we were in school, she studied every day, even if she didn’t have a test coming up, and she sketched in her free time, more than she did anything else. She went to parties, but I could tell she was only there because Wyatt and I pretty much pressured her into it. Wy worries about her a lot, and I love that he does. But she’s never going to be like him. He has no insecurities, at least not that I’ve ever seen. I’ve never seen him tentative about anything. He can handle whatever comes his way, and the way he takes care of me and Delilah proves time and time again that he’s a natural protector.
    I watch him closer now and see Delilah’s pain mirrored in his eyes. His brows draw together like he’s thinking, and a second later, as if he’s inhaled strength and exhaled the pain, his voice is confident again as he takes control.
    “I promise you, Dee, we’ll be fine. We’ll go to Harborside and figure things out. The change of scenery will be good for us.”
    Delilah squeezes him tighter, then pushes back and wipes her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m crying and so…useless.”
    “You’re not useless, and you should cry. A lot. They’re our parents, Dee.” Wyatt’s voice is empathetic and confident, as if he’s been through this before and knows how to guide her. He amazes me.
    Delilah sucks in a deep breath. “But what about the house?”
    “What about it? I’ll have the neighbors watch it until we figure things out. I think staying at the beach house will be better for now. Staying here feels…dark.”
    I wonder what will happen to their house. I have no idea what happens after someone dies. I want to ask, but it’s not exactly something I can just blurt out. What happens now? Does someone read their wills? It’s all so morbid and sad.
    Wyatt moves around Delilah’s legs, presses his hands to my thighs, and squeezes. My whole body tingles at the way he’s looking at me and the position he’s in, which is weird, because he’s knelt before me plenty of times, but the hopeful look in his eyes feels different this time.
    “Cass, will you come with us? Please? I won’t go if you don’t want to.” He’s holding my stare as though his whole life depends on my answer. I would never turn him away, especially not now. Not that I’d want to. I just never realized how much I didn’t want to until this very second. I feel like my next thought depends on the answer as much as his does, and the feeling takes me by surprise. I chalk it up to the last week of hell we’ve both been going through.
    I manage a nod. “I’ll go. Of course I’ll go.”
    A smile breaks across his lips, and he pulls me into his arms. “Thank you.” He hugs me, and somehow his arms feel stronger than they did earlier in the day. He tightens his embrace for a few seconds longer, and then he gently pushes back and keeps hold of my shoulders. He gives me a serious look again. His green eyes go all dark and smoky. God, I love