Daisy's pov
The moment I stepped back into the suite and closed the door behind me, everything I had been holding together since I left that dining table came apart at once.
I stood in the middle of the room for a moment and pressed both hands over my mouth and breathed through it, trying to decide if I was actually going to cry or if I could talk myself out of it the way I usually did.
I could not talk myself out of it.
I sat down on the couch and pulled my knees toward my chest and let it happen, quiet and private, just me and four walls and the sound of the garden far below the window. The tears came without drama, no heaving, no sound beyond the occasional catch in my breath, just warmth running down my face that I could not stop and did not particularly try to.
The strange thing
