CASPER ♡
I had been thinking about Daisy Brown for three weeks.
Not in the complicated way, but in the straightforward way of a man who had met someone interesting and wanted to know her better. She was warm and funny and talented and she had a way of asking questions that suggested she actually wanted the answers rather than just the performance of asking. Those people were rarer than they should have been and I appreciated them when I found them.
I left the hospital at five. Home by five thirty. Ready by six fifteen because I was the kind of person who was always early and had made peace with that. I drove to her building and texted Daisy that I was outside and waited.
When I stepped out of the car I looked up at the building and saw him.
Dexter Hart. Standing at the living room w
