Chapter 151 - 152
Elodie stopped mid-thought, realizing what Harry meant. Five visits total. She’d agreed to come see Daisy five times, and this was one of them.
"Understood," she said simply.
Daisy appeared out of nowhere, dragging two scarves behind her like victory flags. Her face was lit up with that specific kind of childhood determination that didn’t take no for an answer. "We’re making another one! A big snowman next to a little snowman, like me and you!"
Elodie blinked. The kid wasn’t asking. She was announcing.
And somehow, that made it easier to just... go along with it.
Daisy spun toward her uncle. "Uncle Harry, you’re helping."
It wasn’t a question for him either.
Harry looked at Elodie for half a second, then crouched down and started packing snow without a word.
They worked in relative quietness. Daisy did enough talking for all three of them, narrating every step like she was hosting some winter crafting show. "No, no, Uncle, that side’s uneven. Auntie, can you fix the arms? Yes! Perfect! We need rocks for eyes, hold on—"
Elodie kept her hands busy shaping snow, and that was fine. It kept her mind from wandering to places it shouldn’t. Like how long it had been since Liora looked at her the way Daisy did, like spending time together was something to be excited about.
She didn’t let herself linger on it.
When the snowmen were done, one tall and lopsided, one rounder and oddly charming, Daisy clapped her mittened hands together. "Pictures! Uncle Harry, take pictures!"