Daisy's POV

After leaving Andrew's estate, the driver took me home. I grabbed some dinner nearby, and by the time I was heading back, it was already dark. A light drizzle had started at some point, and the streetlights looked all blurry in the misty rain.

I picked up my pace. Just as I reached the front door, a familiar figure stepped out from the shadows and blocked my way.

"Daisy," Alan said, holding an umbrella and flashing that oh-so-gentle smile.

"Where did you ...