DONOVAN’S POV
I sat at the table, staring intently as the conversations from earlier at the apartment played in my mind. We had decided it was better not to tell Daisy about Noelle, at least not yet. The weight of that decision was bearing down on me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that we were making a mistake.
I thought about Daisy and how she had looked on the call with Noella. She had been radiant, her smile lighting up the room. And I couldn't bear the thought of ruining that for her. I didn't want to hurt her; I didn't want to see that light dimmed.
But at the same time, I knew that keeping this secret from her could hurt her even more. She might feel betrayed and lied to, and that thought was unbearable.
I felt a sense of unease growing inside me, a tension that threatened to
