Evelyn's visit became a quiet routine. She never talked about the incident directly, never mentioned Jasmine's name or the chaos that followed. Instead, she stayed close, bringing meals, keeping Daisy company, and convincing her to step out of the house once in a while.
So when Evelyn suggested they go to the mall that morning, Daisy agreed. She told herself it was just for a short walk, maybe a distraction and a chance to breathe.
The world outside, however, had already moved on.
They walked past glittering shop windows and coffee stalls humming with chatter. Daisy was trying to focus on the soft tune playing through the speakers when a conversation from a nearby bench caught her attention.
"Oh right, that live-stream death…" a woman said, her tone half-gossip, half-horror. "I still can't get that scene out of my head. It's like—" she mimed a shooting gesture, whispering, "Boom, live. I mean, who does that? On camera?"
