“If you’re coming back from Jack’s, I’m going to have a lot to say about it.” My throat dried. “Like what?” “Like, you shouldn’t be fucking our mother’s killer.” My mouth floundered as I struggled for words. “I thought you were warming to him?” She shrugged. “I might have been but that doesn’t change what he did. And for you to pursue this and think you’ll have some kind of relationship is crazy. Mom would be ashamed.”
Daisy does not sugar coat things.
