Noah’s POV
Daisy is burying herself in her work, ever since Dorothy came to visit and told her that she’s selling the hardware store, it’s been like my woman has gone into overdrive. She’s making me bring her in early every morning, and staying late each evening, working long past night fall in her office, her face looking more tired each time I look at her.
There are now posters in the window advertising deals on a milkshake and sub or a large coffee and a cream cake, created on Daisy’s computer and I keep hearing her talking to herself, but when she sees me looking at her, she slams her lips shut, avoiding me when I tentatively ask her what is wrong.
I’m worried, even more than before, worried about the stress she’s putting herself under, and the hours that she’s working now but when
