POV: Sloane
People talk about me again. They say I am searching for a father for Daisy. I hear it in the whispers at the office, at the café, even at the market. I pretend not to care, but it stays in my head longer than I want.
Dr. Nathan Wells calls often. He talks about science and life in a way that sounds rehearsed. He says I make him forget his work. I laugh, but I do not mean it. I keep wondering what he really wants.
Victor Kane sends flowers to my door every Friday. The scent fills my apartment before I even unwrap them. He writes short notes about how he admires my strength. I fold them away in a drawer and read them when I cannot sleep.
Nathan invites me to lunch. I agree because I am curious. He talks about his research, about how his discoveries could change the world. He
