[That phrase echos in her mind, remembering her saying that exact thing in her living room. A living room that doesn't exist, and one she's never seen before. It's like a punch to the gut, knowing that it was somehow real.
At her question, Daisy has to look away. Knowing that, somehow, she had witnessed a very traumatic and vulnerable time in her life.]
All of it.
[Swallowing thickly, she looks back to her after a moment.]
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At her question, Daisy has to look away. Knowing that, somehow, she had witnessed a very traumatic and vulnerable time in her life.]
All of it.
[Swallowing thickly, she looks back to her after a moment.]
Has something like this happened before?