IRIS

I’m standing in the kitchen, wrist-deep in suds, rinsing off the dishes from lunch when I hear the front door creak open. A few seconds later, Daisy walks in, dropping her bag with a groan that says more than words ever could.

I glance over my shoulder, smirking. “Rough day, soldier?”

She sighs like she’s been carrying the world. “You have no idea.”

I wipe my hands on a towel and lean against the counter. “Oh, come on. What happened? Burn your tongue on coffee again? Trip in front of your class crush?”

She lifts her head, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and mild trauma. “Guess who showed up to...