Daisy's pov
I stared at the four of them, standing before me with expressions that told me how sorry they were. Donovan's eyes looked so sad. Nicholas's face scrunched with worry, his confident demeanor crumbling. Christopher and Nathaniel stared at me, their gaze pleading, Nathaniel's bottom lip trembling slightly. They looked so...vulnerable—nothing like the boys who once made my life miserable.
I remembered the countless times they had made me cry, the numerous times they had made me feel like I was worthless. But now, as I looked at them, I saw something different. I saw four boys who were genuinely sorry for their actions. Four boys who were willing to do whatever it took to make things right.
"Daisy, please," Nicholas's voice cracked, his words barely above a whisper. "Just... jus
