Daisy was his heart. Now her memory is their weapon.

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Alexandra’s POV

“Yes, I wonder if you ever truly loved Daisy.”

Daisy.

The name echoed in my mind, freezing my movements. My shoulders slumped as a familiar ache twisted inside my chest. I lowered my head, slipping into the shadows of memory.

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Flashback

“Daisy!” I called, wandering through the house. “Where are you.?”

“Back here!” Her soft voice floated from the garden.

I pushed open the back door and stepped into the field. There she was, perched on a stool in front of a canvas, a paintbrush in her hand. Sunlight bathed her skin. Her long chestnut hair...