Kingston
Daisy always had a way of showing up when I least wanted to see her.
This time, it was outside my office, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed like she owned the damn place. Casual and calm, collected and cruel.
I had just been thinking about how relieved Cora looked today when I told her Zach wouldn’t be harassing her any longer. This cloud of pride was floating me throughout the day when Daisy appeared to put an end to it all.
She wore a smile that never quite reached her eyes, sharp and calculating. The kind of smile you brace for like a blade.
“Don’t you have better things to do?” I asked
“Nothing’s more important than my son’s well-being,” she said sweetly, then stepped inside before I could slam the door.
I hated this. The pretending. The warped games sh
