FATHER'S DAY
Daisy should have known something was wrong the moment Daniel became unusually quiet.
Her eldest son was many things.
Intelligent.
Responsible.
Observant.
But he wasn't quiet.
Not like this.
The realization hit her while they were eating breakfast.
Daniel barely touched his pancakes.
Diana looked distracted.
Even Damien wasn't talking much.
Which was downright terrifying.
Because Damien always talked.
Always.
"Okay."
Daisy folded her arms.
"What's going on?"
Three pairs of eyes immediately looked away.
Suspicious.
Very suspicious.
"Daniel."
The little boy sighed.
A very adult sigh.
One that reminded Daisy far too much of a certain businessman she hadn't met yet.
"Nothing."
Lie.
"Damien."
Her
