/Ember’s POV/
“I think there’s something up with Daisy, she’s been acting really weird” I read through my sister’s text with a slight furrow from the phone I had on my bedside drawer while retrieving my capsule bottle. What does she mean by weird? I wondered while spilling a few tablets of my hormone suppressants into my hand before I reached for the glass of water I had placed right next to my phone to after swallowing the pills.
“Just what does she mean weird?” I thought after returning the cup to the table. “I sent her to the garden to clear her head. You both need to talk” I sighed after reading the text that followed the one I had just read. Mia was right, me and Daisy needs to have a proper conversation. It makes me feel even more awful knowing we haven’t spoken since we had s*x.
