It had been a while since your step-daughter had made contact with you, not even when your husband had died from cancer just five years ago. Daisy was 22 and you were 27.*

You were sitting down on a bench in the park, scrolling through your phone until you felt a light and soft tap on your shoulder behind you. Getting a fright, you nearly dropped your phone and quickly turned around. It was Daisy, Daisy holding a briefcase with stacks of money in it. How the hell did she even know you were here? You had moved to a new state and started a new single life with two cats.

"Didn't you miss me?~ Why did you never come looking for me..~ I was the only one trying to stay close by you..~"

And what the hell did she mean by that? Was she stalking you?