Chapter 126 Foul Mouthed Daisy

• "You know, for such a fancy successful writer like you pride yourself to be, you don't have the best memory. Or maybe that is just your sick way of deflecting and recreating the truth that suits you. Poor Zane who ended up with a stranger for a wife." Daisy's hateful tone and glare doesn't distract me from the harsh sarcasm of her words and the fragment of my truth that she is hinting at as being a lie. The truth.
• "What do you mean, Daisy? What are you talking about?" I ask, confused and unsure but still kind of glad that she is talking, at least. I have had to deal with her silence for too long. It is less haunting.
• "You neglected me!" Her outburst is sudden and it takes me by surprise. The car is too small for us both. The intensity behind her hateful attention is stiffling. Some parts of me is scared. Daisy's face has morphed from the slightly tired one I noticed earlier to an angry unfamiliar one now. Like she has finally pulled back the mask she has worn for so long with me. I don't know if I should be scared or glad.