She closed her eyes for two seconds, breathed in some lavender-bleach air, and ordered her feet to move. Before she could, though, before she even opened her eyes again, she felt soft fingers curl around her arm. Delilah blinked to find Claire, one hand still holding on to Astrid and the other . . . smoothing down Delilah’s tricep to her elbow.
I loved seeing Claire intentionally try to bridge the gap between Delilah and the triad. She saw that Delilah was on the outside looking in, and tried to bring her into the fold.
