เข้าสู่ระบบPOV: DaisyA few minutes later, my hands were still shaking slightly when I reached the school entrance, where Emma had just stopped by on her way to her administrative office. Her coat was still on and her work bag was still over her shoulder."You look pale and shaken," Emma said, setting her work bag down the moment she saw my face. "What happened?"I set my tote bag down against the wall. "There was a woman waiting by the parking lot."Emma frowned, leaning forward. "A parent? A reporter?""She claimed she was doing a profile piece on the Kingston Global Foundation grant," I whispered, keeping my voice low so it would not carry down the hallway. "Emma... she asked me how long I've known Jace. She brought up Kingston University. She knew I was expelled back then."Emma's relaxed posture instantly vanished. Her jaw set, and her eyes hardened. "Did she have a camera? A press badge?""No. Just a notepad and high-end clothes. She was driving a black luxury sedan."Emma reached out and
POV: DaisyAll day I had carried Principal Hayes's words like a weight: The Kingston Global Foundation specifically requested you by name. Someone had written my name into the rules before anyone ever set foot in my classroom, and I could not make myself believe it was anyone but Jace.Dad had heard it in my voice the moment I said it out loud. I watched his face go hard in our kitchen, and I heard him say what I was too tired to say myself: that Jace did not get to slide back into my life just because he missed me. I told him I knew. I did not tell him how much of me wanted answers more than I wanted to stay angry.So when the apartment finally went still, I sat at the kitchen table with my phone glowing in front of me and typed the one question I had been choking on since morning. I pressed send. Delivered. Then the tiny dots appeared, and I stopped breathing.The typing indicator on the screen flashed, vanished, and the display timed out into blackness.I sat alone at the kitchen t
POV: DaisyThe morning passed in a blur. I guided my second-graders through a drawing lesson, handed out paper and pencils, and answered questions, but my mind was miles away. Every time I looked toward the doorway, my stomach tightened with the sudden, nervous fear that he might walk in again.When the final bell rang and the last student hurried out the door to catch the buses, I finally packed my tote bag in silence. I walked down the street to the preschool to pick up Oliver, holding his small, warm hand tightly as we walked home through the crisp autumn air.Oliver chattered the whole way home, kicking leaves off the sidewalk with the toes of his sneakers."Mom, look!" Oliver shouted, pointing at an empty soda can lying near the curb. "I can kick it all the way to the corner!""Keep your eyes on the sidewalk, sweetie," I said softly. My voice sounded distant, even to myself."Grandpa said he's gonna take me to the park tomorrow," Oliver said, looking up at me with wide eyes. "Can
POV: DaisyI do not remember most of the drive home. I remember the wipers fighting the heavy rain, the hot air roaring from the heater, and Jace standing alone in the empty parking lot. He was soaking wet, watching my taillights until they vanished into the night.Halfway home, my phone lit up. An unsaved number flashed on the screen. I did not need a name to know who it was. I let it ring until the screen turned black.The apartment was quiet. Dad was already asleep. Oliver was asleep too, one small hand tucked neatly under his cheek. I stood in the doorway of his bedroom, still dripping wet, and looked at my son. I reminded myself what I had almost thrown away for a few reckless minutes in a rainy parking lot.I managed a few hours of uneasy rest before the alarm chimed. Before I even stood up, I picked up my phone, typed a few cold words, and sent them before I could soften them: We need boundaries. Then I dragged myself out of bed and walked down the hall to wake Oliver. He rubbe
POV: JaceMadison's warning followed me out of that ballroom and into every quiet hour that came after it. I kept showing up at Maple Grove, telling myself it was for the program. One night, unable to sleep, I typed a short message to Daisy at midnight, Are you awake? Can we talk?, and watched the screen until it went dark. She never answered. I should have taken the hint. Instead, on the night of the next event, when a storm broke over the city and I saw her step out into it alone, I didn't stop to think at all.My fingers locked around the steering wheel of my truck so hard the skin over my knuckles turned bone-white. Torrents of rain sheeted down the glass, and though the wipers battered back and forth at top speed, they couldn't sweep away the wet blur clouding my vision.My lips still burned. I could still taste the rain on her skin, still feel the desperate, frantic heat of her mouth against mine. Half a decade of cold rink lights, empty penthouses, and silent nights, and in a f
POV: DaisyI never answered that text. I watched the glowing words until the screen went dark, then lay awake in the quiet until the first gray light touched the blinds, telling myself that silence was the strongest boundary I had left. It held through the days that followed, until the night of the next event, when a storm that had been building all day finally broke.The late-night Kingston Global Foundation event at Maple Grove Elementary ran hours past schedule. By the time the final paperwork was signed and I stepped out of the doors into the parking lot, the autumn wind was howling, and the rain was coming down in thick, blinding sheets. The dark asphalt glistened under the overhead lights, reflecting the blurred glow of the streetlamps. I pulled my coat tightly around myself, bracing for a freezing sprint to Dad's sedan, but footsteps splashed through the puddles right behind me."Wait," a voice called out over the roar of the storm.Before I could take another step, a dark jack







