Daisy’s POV
"Mr. Davies?" I asked as I knocked on the door to the private investigator's office that the quadruplets had reserved for me.
The door creaked open to reveal a man in his late forties, his face lined with small wrinkles. He beckoned me toward a timeworn leather armchair, its creases hinting at countless confidential conversations.
“Daisy, I suppose? Please, have a seat."
I nodded, offering a small smile. "Yes, I'm Daisy. Thank you for seeing me." I sat down, clutching my purse.
"So, Daisy," he began, his voice calm and professional. "Sir Donovan said on the phone that you were looking for your… family?"
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. This was it. The first step is attempting to uncover the truth about my past. "Yes… I was adopted. I know very little about
