“Daisy.” She ignores me. A new thought occurs to me. Shit. Maybe I’m making her feel used. That’s the last thing I want, after everything else she’s been through. Setting my jaw, I lie down next to her. “Come here,” I say quietly. She doesn’t move. “I’ll hug you.” She sniffs. “No need to force yourself.” Christ. “Come here, sweetheart,” I try, keeping my voice soft. She hesitates, then rolls into me, burying her face in my chest. She’s asleep in seconds, her little breaths fluttering against my skin. I watch over her, my heart beating in my throat.
