Chapter 82

I placed the picture back and turned round to see Richard. He was dressed casually in chinos and a tshirt.

"Jasper was 9 months old when we took that picture."

"How heartwarming," I said dryly. "You have a daughter?"

A look crossed Richards face and his eyes flickered to the photo behind me. "Yes," he said curtly and sat down on the couch. "Take a seat, Daisy."

I raised an eyebrow at Richard and sat down on the opposite side of the room, crossing my arms over my chest. "What do you want? Because I was quite looking forward to running away."

"Why did you run?"

"You came across as someone with at least a small amount of intellect, do you really need to ask me that question, Richard?" I said.

"Daisy, you've had a rough life, I know that—"

"And I know that too, you don't need to remind me."

"I want to offer you a way out."

"Unless they come in the form of little white pills then I'm good," I said sarcastically, but