“Are you upset with me because I’m gone late, Daisy?” I avoid eye contact, suddenly feeling small beneath the fierceness of her stare. “No. I just need to know if I should stop leaving the lights on once I’ve gone to bed.” “You won’t have to. I’ll be home earlier from now on.” “Don’t feel obligated. I’m a big girl.” “It’s not obligation. I forgot what it was like to have someone at home waiting for me,” she states, finally looking elsewhere.
