"I can change for just a word from you—could I beg you to stay, not to leave—"
"Arlo has Ariel, yet I have no one but you... Besides the warmth you've given me, I have nothing in this life..."
"Do you know, don't you, like a fool, I've loved you silently for so many years—"
"Don't leave, I'll make myself worthy of you—"
Dawn Sutherland tightly gripped Daisy Grant's wrist, refusing to relax even a bit, afraid that if he couldn't hold onto her hand, she would walk away.
Meanwhile, Daisy Grant stood frozen in place, her eyes misting over, looking at Dawn Sutherland's flushed face, and his anxious, furrowed brows, she gave a bitter smile: "Brother, you've got the wrong person, I'm not her, I'm Daisy Grant, the one you've considered a sister since we were young."
Daisy Grant's fingers clenched into a fist, planning to free her wrist from Dawn Sutherland's grasp and flee the room; the oppressive atmosphere stifled her unbearably.
