Like any event photographer worth their salt, hardly anyone noticed her, while she noticed everyone, everything. Every laugh. Every time Isabel put her hand on Astrid’s back or smoothed a hand over her hair. Every chair filled, not even an extra one in a corner in case Delilah might like a break. Every I’m so proud her stepmother uttered. Delilah captured it all, just like she was supposed to.
Again, Delilah on the outside looking in. The quiet anguish of these moments was so powerful.
