The Dawn of Tomorrow - A Henry Cavill Fanfic

Chapter 13

Bernice St. Clair looked like a lot of things but really not like somebody who would take it with good humour when Colin Cavill called her " Bernie ". Still, somehow she did.

Delilah easily admitted that she was very curious how Henry's father of all people somehow managed to know a lawyer who was not only willing to come all the way to Jersey on a Sunday of all days but who also seemed to be one of the best domestic dispute lawyers money could buy.

That was probably what her nonexistent rent money was going to go through. Or the portion of her money that had been used to pay for the home for Bubbe . Rent...yeah she should probably also get onto finding herself a new flat, which was going to be everything but fun. The property market in London was a nightmare, even when Delilah knew that there was no way she could afford to outright buy anything. Even just finding a flat to rent was gonna be...

Well, a problem for another day. Like the fact that her wardrobe was seriously lacking now and that she should probably get a new phone number and phone, because she couldn't even imagine picking up her old one again, nor did she have any clue where it even was .

Bernice was a tall woman, in her early 60s with short-cropped grey hair and that easy elegance about her that some women just seemed to possess. Something around her that made Delilah feel like you really shouldn't get her angry.

She was frank and matter of fact and somehow still kind and that was exactly what Delilah needed so that it didn't feel like she was being ripped apart from the inside out.

There was a burned wasteland where once her heart had resided, even with Kal making himself comfortable at her feet and Henry right at her side.

"Do you want me to stay?" He had murmured to her and Delilah had just nodded silently. So there she was, in Colin's office, filled to the brim with the same fantasy books that all of his sons loved just as much as he did and her boys at her side.

And somehow that made all of it...survivable. Not good, not like something that she wanted as she forced herself to recount most of the early stages of her relationship with him, but she could handle it.

Or at least she could try.

Bernice was well prepared with a file filled with Delilah's police report and the write up the hospital had done and had somehow gotten from god knew where a pretty much complete copy of every single doctor and dentist appointment of the last 5 years.

And she also got her question answered because Bernice knew all about that phone and the text it contained.

Delilah couldn't even find it in herself to be surprised anymore.

The admission that the teeth implant she had needed to get two years ago after he had punched the real teeth out during one of their arguments, resulted in Henry's hands clasping hers so tightly that she was quite sure there was no blood getting into the hand anytime soon.

He never said anything. He was just quiet, sitting next to her as she answered Bernice's questions, as she unrolled the parchment of her life and needed to admit... repeatedly how much she had let herself sink deeper and deeper in the relationship even when it had become very apparent how bad He had been for her.

He had never been good to her. He had never been somebody that supported her choices and respected her boundaries or flat out respected anything about her.