DAISY JOYCE
As the first light of day broke, warm golden rays flooded the kitchen, creating a cozy atmosphere that danced across the counters. The tempting aroma of freshly baked cookies was about to fill the air, and I hoped they would help mend things with Damond after our argument the day before. I quickly gathered flour, sugar, and rich chocolate chips, picturing the smile on his face when he took his first bite.
Just as I finished sliding the last tray into the oven, I heard footsteps from the sitting room, and a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I hurried to meet him, feeling the tension in the air.
“Si… Danny,” I called out hesitantly, unsure if I used the name out of habit or hope. He paused, and an annoyed frown crossed his face.
“Mind your words. I’m not Danny,” he snapp
