“I knocked. Daisy was inside. I said I was your neighbor and that you were looking for her.”
“I wasn’t.”
“I know. I lied.”
“Great.”
“She gave Daisy to me
“She did?”
“She said, ‘black lady.’”
“That tracks.”
“The woman looked scared when I mentioned you.”
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“Scared how?”
“Like she didn’t know you knew.”
My stomach dropped.
I took Daisy from her. “Did they kiss?”
“No.”
“Did he know her?”
“Definitely.”
I grabbed Daisy’s coat. “Why?”
“Because if I wait, I’ll get Oliver’s version first.”
“You really don’t do suspense, do you?”
“I’d rather hear something awful tonight than imagine ten worse things by morning.”
“Apartment 3B.”
I paused at the door. “Why are you helping me?”
Charlotte almost smiled. “Ask me after you meet her.”
That answer followed me downstairs.
