James' heart, and his mind, both lurched violently.
His trembling fingers refused to believe what he was seeing as he hurriedly sent several more messages.
Every single one...
Failed to go through.
She had blocked him.
He stared blankly at the empty hallway.
Memories of Daisy flooded his mind.
She had always woken up before dawn just to wait for him.
She would prepare breakfast with her own hands.
Yet, to "test" her, he would deliberately throw it into the trash right in front of her.
Even then...
She had never gotten angry.
She would simply smile and laugh it off.
"It's okay. Maybe it's just not your favorite. I'll make something different next time."
She knew his tastes better than he did.
Yet she had never blamed him.
The hallway that had once been filled with her bright
