Daisy returned home that night, her mind heavy with the conversation she had with David. As she entered the house, she found her mother, Mrs. Lawrence, sitting in the living room, knitting. The cozy room was filled with the soft hum of the TV in the background and the faint scent of lavender from a nearby candle.
"Mom," Daisy began, her voice trembling slightly, "I need to talk to you about something."
Mrs. Lawrence looked up from her knitting, her face etched with concern. "What is it, dear? You look troubled."
Daisy sat down on the couch next to her mother, her hands wringing in her lap. "It's about David. I ran into him today, and he... he begged me to help him get back into Carissa and Angelina's lives."
Mrs. Lawrence's eyes widened in surprise. "David? After everything he did?"
