CHAPTER 48
DAISY'S POINT OF VIEW.
My mind reeled with different thoughts about who it might be, but I couldn't think of a name.
There was no name to be called. If it wasn't Ms. Anna Winsley, then it had to be me. And in all honesty, it isn't me, which leaves only one name—Nicholas.
He's dead. A dead man can't go about selling my mother's companies, can he?
I shook my head for the umpteenth time, tears gathering behind my eyes.
I tried to stay strong. Yes, I tried, and I'm still trying right now not to break down in front of everyone in this restaurant, but I just can't seem to control the tears rolling down my cheeks.
They came down without permission, hot and uncontrollable. I didn't wipe them off; I let them roll down and drop onto the paper in my hand.
I sobbed for a while while
