A tight-knit community and a quiet town home to seemingly perfect residents. But beneath their façades lie dark secrets. How far would they go to protect those secrets?
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Alice and Philip stand outside the Glenfield residence processing what they'd just heard, "we have to talk to Daisy Strong," Bateman says. Alice nods in response, "looks like she's home," she says, pointing towards Daisy Strongs Audi in her driveway.
The pair crosses the street over to Daisy's Lake House. Alice can't help but feel a twing of excitement at their possible progress as she knocks loudly on Ms Strongs scarlet red hardwood door.
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Daisy slumps over her kitchen sink. The porcelain still bearing remnants of her earlier bout of nausea. She hears a knock at her door, and it makes her stomach roil, threatening to release another wave of sickness.
The memory of her conversation with Luke lingers— calling it a conversation is a stretch. He practically accused her of murder. She'd expected sympathy not skepticism when she revealed Wes's assault. But Luke's relentless pursuit of the truth caught her off gaurd, leaving her tearful and panicked. He cannot possibly thing she killed him, can he? She wonders.
Normally his determination would be a trait she found attractive, but not it feels suffocating. The last thing she wants to do is face another possible shit storm by opening the door.
She hears the know once again and covers her ears with her hands and shuts her eyes tightly— breathing through her mouth. If I just ignore them, they'll go away. She decides.
For a moment, the knocking stops, relief washes over her as she thinks her unwanted guest has given up when she hears the blare of her elaborate doorbell. Daisy resists the urge to scream and hurl a chair at her door. "Go away," she whispers desperately.
"Ms Strong, we know you're home. If you ignore us, we will just come back another time," a voice behind her door she vaguely recognises says.
Daisy isn't ready to face anyone, not in her current state. She needs a moment to collect herself. For a fleeting instant, she considers ignoring the knock, letting them wear themselves out. But she quickly dismisses the idea. Better to confront it head-on, she decides.
Daisy walks over to her door—opening it on one impatient swing. "What!" she says rapidly.
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