If you asked Danica Myers what she would've been doing in a year's time, she would have told you to use your brain. She's been a florist for 5 years. It's the exact goal she worked towards for so long. Why would she have changed her path?
However, s...
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"it's always my fault, isn't it?"
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IF DANICA KNOCKED ON THE DOOR ANY LONGER, she was sure she'd be left with bruised knuckles, shades of purple and blue blooming across her hand.
"Rosita, open the door!" She bashed her fist a little harder against the wood.
The door sprung open, Rosita appearing less than pleased as she stepped out, yanking the door behind her almost consciously. Dani narrowed her eyes. "Why are you yelling?"
"I thought you were coming over for dinner last night. I had to pack away leftovers like a soccer mom." She frowned, eyeing the way she kept her hand on the door handle behind her back. "Is there someone in there?"
"Of course not." She said, though her lack of eye contact proved her wrong instantly. Especially to Dani.
"You little liar!" She laughed. "Who is it?"
"No one."
"I'm not dropping it until I know. You know that."
She rolled her eyes, her lips firmly rolling together as she worked up the courage. "Spencer."
Danica remained silent. Her eyes widened as she processed her words but she couldnt say what she wanted to: What the fuck?
"Spencer?" Is what came out instead.
"Yeah. Spencer."
"Oh."
Rosita rolled her eyes at her response, or lack thereof, before storming past without a word. Dani knew she was pissed, not just at her but at everyone. At the world. She sighed, her head dropping between her shoulder blades as she counted up and down to and from 5. You're not a horrible person. You're just human. Without another word, she trailed after her. Splitting off a little down the road, Dani rolled her eyes at Spencer's attempt at a casual jog as he tried to reach Rosita's side.
Averting her prying eyes elsewhere, Dani caught sight of Carol, back on her porch swing with her rosary beads in hand. She couldn't quite pinpoint the time when the beads had become a part of Carol, it was as if she woke up one day and she just had them. But they were something she clung to. Her anchor. She appreciated that. Like Lucia and her ring, the one she called 'good luck'.
Carol had repeated her routine of swing and rosary ever since the day the saviors had taken her and Maggie. She'd been much quieter lately, Lucia had noticed it especially. The woman was once more than happy to indulge in a little neighborly catch up, until she'd had to wipe through a group with a ruthlessness they all seemed to pretend never existed.
Carrying on her walk, Dani passed her sister, chatting animatedly to Eli. He beamed in her direction, waving with a wiggle of his fingers as she approached Daryl. He was in a conversation with Rosita and Denise. She pointed at a piece of paper, her arms gesturing as if she was explaining something.
