Daisy’s POV
As I sit curled up in a tight ball on the floor by the kitchen door, the sudden sound of thumping comes from the front of the cafe. Fear cripples me as I wonder if the developer has come back again.
As suddenly as they start, they stop again, but I barely get a shaky breath in before they start again, this time to my right, on the reinforced door that separates me from the alleyway outside.
I stare at the door silently, trying not to move, hoping that he’ll think I’ve already left.
‘Daisy? Are you in there? Open the door!’ a muffled voice calls out, making me frown because I know that voice.
I scramble to my feet, stumbling to the door, and tugging it open just enough to see out and make sure it is who I think it is.
‘Daisy?? It’s Noah! Open the . . ‘ His words die on his
