Nico
“Look, Nico! Daisy for Daisy! And Daisy for Nico!”
With a delighted laugh, Daisy ran over and tugged at my shirt. Reaching down, I picked her up and let her tuck a flower—not a daisy—behind my ear.
“Now you have a daisy and a Daisy,” she informed me.
Daisy had only recently learned that she was named after a flower, and now all flowers were daisies. For the past few days, I’d seen Briggs trying to teach her the real names of some of the flowers he was planting. He’d have her attention for a few seconds, but then they would all become daisies again.
It took a moment for me to realize that the flower behind my ear still had roots attached to it. With a frown, I removed it and studied it. Oliver walked in with another giant box from the loading dock and sat it down. New linens. We w
