Daisy Ginger looked up at him, her gaze clear as water, showing no trace of clouds.
Ethan Pond was defeated under her calm gaze.
The man let out a slight breath, his dark eyes fixed on her much thinner profile and dull, dry hair. He felt a twinge of pain, but more than that, a sense of helplessness.
If not for Daisy, he and Zoe Hilker might have been long dead, or even if they had survived, they would not have lived as decently as they do today.
Her appearance changed the course of his and Zoe's lives.
To them, she was their savior.
He wanted to share her pain, even if just a little.
But right now, he wasn't even sure what was wrong with her.
She seemed so intact now that he dared not pressure her further. Ethan told himself to wait until she was a bit better.
His hand fell on her hair, "Take good care of yourself."
Daisy smiled lightly as if it was nothing, "It's just a fracture, not a big deal."
