"Are you sure? I can help…" Theo's voice was steady but his stance wasn't—he lingered in front of the bathroom door, arms braced on either side of the frame as if his sheer presence could protect her.
Daisy's eyes narrowed, her lips curving into a bitter sneer. "I took a bath just fine without you these past months. What makes today any different? Because you're here? What a joke…" Her voice dripped with scorn as she jabbed a finger toward the door. "Get… Out."
Theo's jaw tightened. He didn't move. His gaze flicked over her face, swollen from last night's tears, then down to the faint tremor in her hand clutching the towel. "You can hate me all you want," he murmured, his voice low but firm. "But don't pretend you're fine when you're not. I can see right through you, Daisy."
Her chest rose sharply, her breath catching for a split second before she masked it with a scoff. "Then keep your eyes closed. Problem solved. Now… could you please get out… I need to take a bath…"
