Brooklyn's POV"Daisy, that's wrong." I tapped the page gently. "Try it again."She looked at the math problem, erased her answer slowly, and started over. I sat beside her at the kitchen table and watched her work, one hand wrapped around my mug, the evening quiet around us.That was how the last two days had gone. Quiet. Steady. Uncomplicated.Emerson had not spoken to me once since the hallway outside Daisy's room. Not at home, not at school, not even an accidental glance in the corridor. He moved through spaces I occupied like I was furniture. At school he sat across the classroom and looked through me. At home he came in, went upstairs, and stayed there. Our deal was holding perfectly and it felt exactly like what it was — two people doing a very convincing job of pretending the other one did not exist.I told myself it was fine. It was what we had agreed to.I focused on Daisy instead and found it was not difficult at all. She was easy to be around in the way that only very quie
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