The silence that followed was unbearable.
Jasmine stood there, her eyes red and swollen, her hands holding tight onto the vase trying to steady her trembling heart. "Daisy," she said finally, her voice low and shaking, "what do I have to do for you to let me stay by his side?"
Daisy didn't answer right away. She was staring at her father's motionless hand, her brows knitted together. Her emotions were all over the place and she could see from her father's eyes, he was already forgiving her. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm but cold enough to make the air feel heavier.
"Bring Owen Kennedy to jail." She turned and glared at her, "I don't care what methods you need to do, bring that old man that is supposed to count on death to the jail!"
Daisy's words landed like a verdict. The vase trembled in Jasmine's grip and a single rose petal fell, ghosting to the floor between them.
