"Hel–lo?" Daisy held back her tears, forcing her voice to sound steady though it cracked at the edges. Her knuckles whitened around the phone as she tried to calm herself down.
On the other end, Theo's breath hitched. His voice was shaky, rough, desperate. "Daisy? Daisy—! Oh, thank God… where are you? Tell me, I'll come and get you."
Her throat tightened at the sound of him. She could hear the raggedness in his breathing, the way his voice shook between pain and fury. She knew he was hurt, but she couldn't even ask how he was doing because at this moment, George's eyes were glaring straight on her.
"Theo…" Daisy's voice trembled, every word like a shard in her throat. She tried to breathe evenly, but George's presence loomed closer, his shadow crawling over her as if daring her to say the wrong thing. "I have something to tell you…"
On the other end, Theo's ragged breathing grew heavier. "What is it? Are you okay, Daisy? Is he there? Is George standing near you right now?"
