Daisy’s POV
Pulling up alongside the café next morning, my relaxed attitude that I’ve had since last night, dissipates as my heart stutters in my chest. My gaze roams instinctively over the huge crowd that is currently huddled outside the front of both my business and Felix’s hardware store, their bodies completely blocking the view and the parking spaces for both shops.
My chest tightens as my mind hits overdrive. If people are outside of our premises, something must have happened, someone’s shop must have been hit. My fear elevates as I crane my neck, trying to see what is going on, willing the thick wall of bodies to move aside, to give me a view of whatever is wrong, let me see if it’s Felix’s store or . . . . .
‘Stay here’ Noah’s authoritative voice cuts through the tension that h
