Daisy's POV

　　I stood in the kitchen, lost in the rhythm of food preparation yet consumed by profound contemplation. My movements were deliberate, but my gaze was distant as if navigating a puzzle of thoughts while stirring a pot of simmering stew. The soft clinks of utensils against the countertop echoed the cadence of my pondering mind.

　　After what happened last night confusion was an understatement, It was as if two warring spirits wrestled inside me, one ...