“Sorry to make you guys worry.” “I think Cyrus was more worried than any of us,” Daisy says, drawing her knees to her chest on the couch. “He was the first person to notice you were gone.” I turn the blow-dryer off, and in the sudden silence, I hear myself swallow. “He was?” She nods. “Honestly, he looked like he was about to lose his mind if anything happened to you.”
