Daisy’s POV
My hand drops to my side as my legs suddenly remember how to work, and I rush to the door, pulling it open, and stepping outside into the afternoon breeze. I look left and right, but the lawyer is gone, vanished as quickly as he came.
Pulling the keys from my pocket, I quickly slide them into the lock, turning it before pulling them back out and heading to the right.
I hurry toward the shop next door, a small hardware store that is run by a man in his sixties, Felix, who opened his store whilst my Grandpa still ran the cafe. The man has been here longer than I’ve been alive, and I have fond memories of visiting his shop with my dad when he had to do work on the house. Felix would keep a jar of suckers under the counter especially for me, letting me pick one as he asked me ab
