DAISY

I stepped out through the main entrance, Brian was standing right beside his SUV at the bottom of the steps, his hands shoved deep into his suit pockets. The second he saw me walk out, his posture straightened, his eyes searching my face for any sign of distress.

I walked down the stairs, and before I could even say a word, Brian reached out and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest.

"Are you okay?" he whispered into my hair, his hands resting firmly on my back.

"I'm okay," I said, leaning my forehead against his shoulder and taking a deep, steady breath. "I really...