Delilah shrugs. “Mom worked very hard to give me a good life, and now I hope to do the same for her.” “What do you mean?” Tate asks before I can, and I glare at him. Delilah smiles in his direction, making my teeth grind again. “I’m saving up so that I can build a house for her. I’ve already started designing it. It’s going to be a surprise.”
