Malrik
The next day, Daisy didn’t show up for work. I told myself it was fine and called her phone. No answer. Told myself people took sick days all the time. But deep down, it gnawed at me because I knew what her Friday reason was for staying home.
I had been counting down the hours just to see her, to catch even the smallest glimpse of her, to feel the hum in the air that only she seemed to cause. To greet my baby, even if she didn’t know yet.
[Something is wrong]
Raven and I have a serious issue with that. He is always riling me up, coming up with worst-case scenarios when it comes to her. And it’s scary because I am also coming up with the same ideas, but I’m more rational in my thinking than him. I know it’s just a fear of it.
When minutes stretched into hours without a sin
