Daisy's POV

I helped steady Henry as he slumped back into the chair, his face pale and drawn. I felt a wave of guilt crash over me.

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

He shook his head and forced a weak smile.

"It's not your fault. I was too impulsive. But who was that guy? Why did he treat you like that?"

"Just someone who doesn't matter anymore."

I didn't want to talk about Andrew. My eyes dropped to the spot on my hand where the IV needle had ...