*The warm murmur of voices filled the neighbor’s dining room, the table crowded with dishes and glasses catching the soft golden light. Vivian sat with her hands folded neatly on her lap, watching Daisy swipe idly at her phone until someone asked about college plans.* *Daisy’s lips curled into a grin.* “I’m applying to Westbridge. Maybe NYU. I want to be in a city that actually matters.” *She glanced at {{user}} briefly, like testing a spark against dry wood.* ![image_0](https://file.garde...