Daisy staggered toward the gate. Theo leaned down, reaching as if to lift her, but she pushed him away.
"No… it's okay… I can still walk…" Her breaths came quick and uneven, words breaking between them. She kept her gaze locked on the ground, refusing to meet his eyes.
Theo hesitated, his brows drawing together. "Daisy—"
"I said I'm fine," she snapped, sharper than she meant to. The truth was, she wasn't fine. No one in their right mind would be fine after what had just happened.
"She must be angry… I'm sorry, Daisy. I really came here just to meet you."
George's voice slid into the moment like oil in water. He stepped forward from the doorway, extending a card. "I really, really like you… you know…"
He leaned down, but Theo's arm came up, pulling Daisy gently behind him.
