[His words are like a slap in the face, and something she knows to be true about herself. The guilt she lives with every day being realized by someone else. And she lets him lash out with uttering a word, knowing she deserves it. Even as tears prick her eyes, she doesn't try to defend herself.
It's not until he leaves that she gets up from her seat, quick to wipe the tears rolling down her cheeks before she leaves. Daisy doesn't try to go after him, because there's nothing she could say.]
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It's not until he leaves that she gets up from her seat, quick to wipe the tears rolling down her cheeks before she leaves. Daisy doesn't try to go after him, because there's nothing she could say.]