DAMOND CHRIS
I picked up my phone, feeling a rush of nervous energy, and called Daisy to remind her to get ready for our dinner with my parents. “I’m on my way to pick you up,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I watched Moore pull the car around, its engine quietly humming.
“Okay, I’ll be ready!” Daisy replied playfully, but there was a serious undertone in her voice. After hanging up, I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. I had just left a boring day at the office, and the excitement I had felt was quickly slipping away.
Once I got into the car, the cool leather seats embraced me, and I noticed Moore gripping the steering wheel tightly as he drove into the evening, city lights beginning to twinkle like stars around us.
DAISY JOYCE
When I learned that Damond was on his w
