DAISY ♡
Two days of the coffee on the counter and the careful kitchen choreography and the silence that had taken up permanent residence in the apartment like a guest nobody had invited but nobody knew how to ask to leave. Two days of doing the right thing and feeling it in my chest like a low persistent ache that would not fully resolve.
On the third evening I picked up my phone.
Not for him. I want to be clear about that. I picked up my phone because I was a person with a life outside this apartment and outside this situation and it was time I started remembering that.
I scrolled back through my messages until I found the thread I had been slow with. Casper King, the cardiologist from the medical journal, was shot three weeks ago. I had met him on a Tuesday morning when I was photogr
