Daisy

The house was quiet in a way it hadn’t been in a long time.

I sat across from him with my legs tucked under me, a mug warming both my hands, watching him take a slow sip of his tea. He looked different in the quiet of my sitting room. Smaller somehow. Not physically — Norman had never been small — but something about him without the boardroom and the suit and the armor of all of it made him look like what he actually was underneath everything.

Just a person carrying something very heavy.

I looked down at my mug.

“Why did you even enter my house like...