Crystal Foster suddenly found herself at a loss for words. The woman across from her looked frail and thin, with red-rimmed eyes that seemed to tell a story of endless suffering.
"Some people, even when you know they're poison, you still want to get close to them."
Seeing Crystal's puzzled expression, Daisy Sanchez chuckled softly.
"Look at me, just meeting you and already talking about such sad things. Don't think too much about it."
Crystal shook her head. "It's okay. I can tell you're not feeling great. You can talk to me, just to let it out."
Otto, standing beside Crystal, tugged at her hand. "Mommy..."
"You all go ahead. I should be heading back."
Daisy waved at Otto, seemingly wanting to get a closer look at him, but Otto clung tightly to Crystal's arm, his little face tense and wary as he eyed Daisy.
Her outstretched hand froze in mid-air, a brief shadow flickering in her eyes that Crystal didn't notice. It quickly vanished, leaving her face as gentle as ever.
