“She swears it’s the one the club’s been passing around.” “How could that be? Did you tell her where you got it?” “It has the same scratch on the back as the one the club had.” “Really? That’s weird.” “Yeah. Elizabeth had it last, and she lost it.” Ash’s brows pull together. “You think Daisy found it? Because that would be crazy it ended up back here.” “It would, wouldn’t it?” I stare at Daisy’s signature on the painting. “Have you noticed all of the daisies Elizabeth has planted at the junkyard?”
