"Sure," Matthew said slowly, a smile tugging at his mouth. "But fair warning—I'm a harsh critic."
"Daisy?"
Then the light came. Not a tunnel, not a choir of angels, but a single, searing point of white that unfolded like a time-lapse flower. And from within that flower, a voice—not loud, but impossibly clear—spoke directly into the marrow of her soul. daisy taylor rebirth
