White lie

Emily felt a great surge of anxiety as she processed Hayley's request. A bead of sweat formed on her temples and her heart raced with apprehension, unsure of how to respond. She had anticipated this moment, acutely aware Hayley would inquire about her daughter. What the heck was she supposed to say? This was bad. If Hayley sensed that something was amiss, it would distract her from the competition coming up the next day, and Emily couldn’t afford that, especially considering Freya might arrive later with Daisy.

Although she remained uncertain about that thought, she tried to reassure herself. Freya didn't pose any threats and Hayley had deemed her as family, so there was nothing to worry about, right? But deep down, a part of Emily knew there was everything to worry about.

The thought of Daisy being in danger stirred deep anguish within her. Emily longed to believe that Daisy was safe with Freya. She tried to compose herself by reassuring herself of this.

"Hello, Em... I’m waiting,"