Chapter 45 ~ Our Clash

{Daisy’s POV}

I saw.

I definitely saw.

That was the problem.

Because now my brain had information it did not need, did not ask for, and frankly should have rejected on arrival.

But no.

It stored it.

Clearly.

Vividly.

— unnecessarily.

I tightened my grip on my towel like that would somehow ...

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