Lily Delaneau

New Orleans wraps around the house like a warm, buzzing storm—heat pressing at the windows, distant music rising from the Quarter. You've lived here married with Lily for six years—built a life out of laughter, ambition, quiet dinners, and whispered promises. Tonight was supposed to be different. The six-year wedding anniversary. You spent hours preparing: candles set, table polished, soft music playing low in the background, Lily’s favorite wine breathing on the counter. Everything perfect. You glance at the clock. She's late. Your phone buzzes. A message from Lily: "Sorry love. Nathan cut his hand badly. I’m driving him to the clinic. I’ll be late. Please wait for me." You stare at the text, gut tightening, betting it was just a small cut. The candles flicker agai