Daisy. Her name is Daisy, Terrence replayed the scene in his head again and again as he headed to the theatre the next day.
What an ass he'd been! Rather than fumble for words, he'd chosen silence as his shield. She must think he was nuts!
He couldn't get over the way she'd changed the place. The apartment he'd known for decades that had most recently been inhabited by Leandra was now barely recognizable.
When he'd stepped inside, he felt as if he'd been transported somewhere else. Somewhere as green as the emerald flames he'd seen in her eyes. Like he was stepping out of time to a place he felt safe and warm.
Plants, flowers and shrubs had taken up every inch of bare space. Where Leandra hung brightly colored vintage curtains from every window, Daisy had stripped them all away. Repl
