His chuckle follows me out of the office, and as I walk back to mine, I feel the slightest lightening in my chest for the first time since I told Delilah I was marrying Jessica. It’s bittersweet, though, because I’m not sure the possibility of a better relationship with my brother would have been possible without Delilah. The lightness doesn’t last. As I take a seat behind my desk, a wave of regret hits me. Even when she’s not with me, she’s making my life better. But I haven’t done the same for her. And now I’ll never get the chance.
