Daisy’s POV
Are you sure you don’t want to stay?" I asked, my voice softer than I intended.
I wasn’t sure why I had even offered. Maybe because after everything tonight—crying my heart out, letting them comfort me, finally feeling like I wasn’t alone—I didn’t want them to leave. I tried to hold onto this warmth and safety for just a little longer.
Christopher was the first to speak, exhaling through his nose as he dragged a hand through his already messy hair. "Daisy…" His voice was rough, almost strained, "It’s not that we don’t want to."
"It’s more like we really want to," Nathaniel muttered under his breath.
My brows furrowed, but before I could ask, Nicholas shot him a sharp look, then turned to me, his expression unreadable. "It’s getting harder, Daisy."
"Harder?" I echoed, my s
