The Evening Wind Won't Keep the Old Promise

In the third year of dating Delilah Henson, we finished our degrees and came home together.

Among the girlfriends throwing her a welcome-home dinner, there was one man.

From the moment we walked in, his face was cold, set in a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"Weren't you supposed to come back with some blond, blue-eyed guy? You go abroad and drag home a local? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Delilah just laughed it off, easygoing, and turned to introduce him.

"Ed, this is Val Delgado. I've mentioned him to you."