Daisy
The house was quiet in a way it hadn’t been in a long time.
I sat across from him with my legs tucked under me, a mug warming both my hands, watching him take a slow sip of his tea. He looked different in the quiet of my sitting room. Smaller somehow. Not physically — Norman had never been small — but something about him without the boardroom and the suit and the armor of all of it made him look like what he actually was underneath everything.
Just a person carrying something very heavy.
I looked down at my mug.
“Why did you even enter my house like that?” I asked softly. No edge in it. Just a question.
He looked up at me briefly, then dropped his eyes back to his tea. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I was calling for you, and you weren’t answering the door.” A pause. “I heard screa
