DAISY POV
Two weeks later.
I have my life back. Well, I think I have it back.
Two weeks had passed since that night at The Club Joint.
I finally had a new job working as a receptionist at a secure medical clinic uptown. I just finished my shift and calculated my pay in my head. At least For the first time in two years, the money I earned belonged to me.
As I walked toward the bus stop, a motorcycle roared past on the main road. The deep growl of the engine makes me stop for a second. I watch the bike disappear around the corner. My lips curve up into a small smile. I don’t even know why. Maybe because the sound reminds me of that night. Of him. Diesel. His wide back under my cheek while I slept on his bike. The way he just sat there in the dark for thirty minutes, not moving, not com
