*Gray*
The others returned with a truckload of furniture, which we spent a good couple of hours unpacking. I was happy with what they bought, everything fit perfectly. Alexa had her fun finishing the decorations, as the evening rolled around. Fran and Boyd were in the kitchen, preparing dinner for everyone, while everyone else was lounging around the house.
I couldn't shake Daisy's story about Harold, and I felt the urge to find the man that traumatized her. I know I'm not some vigilante, out for revenge for my woman, but damnit if I don't want to be. I want her to know that he will never hurt her again, or any other woman for that matter. It's something I could easily take care of, but it would go against who I want to be as a person.
"Something you need to talk about?" Alistair
