She clings to the sound of Delilah’s voice, replaying it in her mind even though she can already feel the memory rebuilding itself, growing quieter, less truthful by the moment. Cora’s memory will eat holes in it soon, her mind full of hungry moths. Then it will be gone, like every other part of Delilah. Delilah was always supposed to be here, but that was just another one of her lies.
