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To her dismay, it had been a suspiciously blonde little girl with a mean scowl and a pair of combat boots that she could’ve recognized without the startling verification emblazoned on her class sheet.

Lily Rose was a name she hadn’t expected to ever see again after signing it away over a decade ago and the voice mail she was forced to leave to her father’s indiscernible grumbling was as jarring as seeing a ghost sitting at a desk in her classroom.

In a way, Daisy was glad that Bailey was late. In fact, she absolutely thrilled that the trepidation and nerves wracking her were entirely unwarranted. Bailey hadn’t gotten out of prison yet which made her suspicions nothing more than a paranoid theory. With the way Daisy had masterfully woven a tapestry of lies about Lily’s birth, it was unfathomable for Lily to have somehow found her way back into their life. Much less Bailey’s. 

Daisy couldn’t have felt more relieved when the clock ticked 4 c’clock and dismissed her from her anxiety of having to acknowledge a relic of her past as she hastily stuffed papers into her briefcase. Upon leaving her classroom, however,  fate would have it that she’d run smack dab into exactly what she was running away from.

Tragically unprepared to see a large, tattooed oaf instead of the goofy, pubescent Rascal she was expecting, Daisy sneered, “Like father, like daughter, I see.”

who do you think you are?!1!? im calling the police!!???!