DAISY’S POV
When I saw the letter, a smile the size of that of a Cheshire cat bloomed on my face and I couldn’t stop it. I found it so wholesome that Harold made good on his suggestion to send me letters so we could communicate without letting others know.
Instead of reading the letter immediately, I went and hid it in one of my drawers, planning to still hurry for breakfast and settle down to read it after.
I left the room and bounded down the hallway on the balls of my feet.
I quickly made my way down the stairs and as soon as I got to the dining area, I heard Raya speak up. “Well, look who finally decided to show up for breakfast,” her voice was tinged with a little teasing.
My eyes automatically went to the head of the table where I found Harold seated with his spoon frozen half
