Daisy’s POV
I stare at Dorothy as fear trickles down my back, the resigned look in her eyes, I already know what she’s going to say, but I still don’t want to believe it, it can't be true!
‘Is everything OK?’ I ask, praying that somehow, the older woman will prove me wrong, that she will nod her head, smile even, smooth a blam over the storm that is now building inside of me as I stare at her hopelessly. Instead, Dorothy’s face falls further as she shakes her head, ‘unfortunately no’ she murmurs, ‘I’m not even sure how to tell you, I feel awful about this.’
Silence stretches between us as I stare at her with my anxiety building with every second that passes, neither of us speaking, not wanting to be the one to address the elephant that now sits in the room with us.
‘You’re . . . you’re
