Mason's presence at my side felt like a sudden intrusion, breaking the intensity of the moment. His touch, normally a source of comfort, now served as a reminder of the internal struggle I faced. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, pleading for reason amidst the storm of my anger.
"Daisy, let her go," he urged, his voice calm yet firm. "This isn't the way. Her child is innocent, and we can't let our emotions cloud our judgment."
I shot him a scorching glare, my anger undiminished. "Innocent? After what she did to Grace? Mason, you can't seriously expect me to let her walk away."
He sighed, a heavy exhale that hinted at the frustration he felt dealing with my unyielding rage. "I'm not saying she's innocent, Daisy. But the child…"
I cut him off, my words sharp and laced with bitte
