This is insane. A girl as beautiful as Daisy in a place like this? It’s like eating caviar while sitting on a dumpster on a street corner in the worst part of town. This girl deserves the best, and I’m taking her here. It’s the only way to keep her safe, and I know she’s just doing her best to be nice to me by acting like it’s no big deal, but she deserves the princess treatment, and I’m treating her like somebody’s side piece.
With a deep sigh, I turn the key in the lock and open the door.
The place is just how I remember it. The old couch is still there, my dad’s chair in the corner, the coffee table, the fireplace, and the door leading out back. Sometime in my absence, the door to the kitchen came off its hinges and is lying on the floor in the middle of the doorway. There’s a musty s
