My heart had officially broken for a stranger.

It had been two days since I met Daisy, and two days since I witnessed her have an ultimate breakdown in the bar after I grabbed her arm.

I didn't mean to scare her, hell I didn't even grab her that hard. My fingers barely grasped her tiny arm, yet she flinched. She actually jumped from my touch. It was like an electrical current had sparked her body; scaring her, and preparing her for unexpected death.

I couldn't understand why she had jumped so frantically. My thoughts were consumed by the frightened look on her angelic features. The fear I saw in her eyes that morning had spread like tree branches taking over her whole face. Her lips were trembling. Her face was white, and hard as stone.

I swallowed the bile in my throat as I imagined her reaction again for the fiftieth time this morning.

My heart had jumped straight out of my body when she reacted that way, and I was desperate for answers. Why would my touch scare her so much?

I had never had that impact on somebody, and I had never seen a woman react like that over something so small and innocent.

This only verified my fears that her past is more dark than it should be. More troubled than anyone should be, and hurt in a way no one should be.

Amanda had told me to leave her when she ran out of the bar, as this was her personal way of dealing with her panic attacks. That phrase made me shiver. I have never had one, but my mother used to suffer with them for years. She used to think she was experiencing a heart attack, and would phone an ambulance almost every time. That would break me every time I saw her have one, or knew she'd had one that day. So seeing Daisy so scared, and panicked made my chest tighten. For a while I forgot about the trigger that had caused it, and was more concerned with following Amanda to check on her. My concern for her was much higher than it should be for a stranger, but there was something about her that I desperately wanted to explore.

Amanda said that there were things I didn't know about her once I explained how we'd met that morning. Apparently she hadn't said anything, but she hadn't give her chance to yet. She also went on to explain that her running away was to do with her own personal life, and that she just needed to learn to trust again. That word has one meaning, but can mean anything all at the same time.

Trust me because she's been cheated on? Trust me because someone failed to keep her safe?

Trust me because she was hurt?

The latter made my insides rage. If she had been hurt - physically - I don't even know what I'd do. I just wished she would talk to me, and let me get to know her. Even if we were just friends. She clearly needed protecting, and I was willing to do just that.

"Mr Clarke?"

Harriet poked her head around the door, and waited for my response.

"Yes, Harriet?"

"I just wanted to let you know you had some mail today"

Mail? I never got mail unless it was something to do with my products, and this sounded too personal.

"What do you mean?"

"Well there's a letter - hand written by the looks of it"

Who would personally write me a letter?

"Okay just leave It on my desk, thank you Harriet"

She place the letter down, and I recognised the writing instantly. My brother, Astra.

We didn't talk. In fact, I'd say we wouldn't even consider ourselves brothers. You see, the man Sheila had an affair with was Astra. Two years they had been fucking each other behind my back. Two years of hiding a huge secret from me. Two years of breaking all loyalties, and trust with his own brother.

The thought that he could do that to me made my skin crawl, and I tossed the letter across the room. It landed on the floor not far from my desk, and I eyed it for a few minutes until deciding to open it.

Personally, I don't want to hear what he has to say, but a part of me is still intrigued to know what bullshit he's written down for me.

Only he hadn't written it. He'd typed it. Photographed it. Dated it, and signed it.

A wedding invitation.

Him and Sheila were getting married.

My heart stopped, and I ripped the glossy paper into a million pieces. This felt like my heart had been stabbed repetitively.

I didn't love Sheila anymore, but five years, and finding out she'd been in love with your own brother for two of them? Yeah that's enough to make anyone feel hurt at the sight of her.

All my rage had been shifted to full blown anger, and I wanted to kick myself for letting this get to me. I shouldn't care, but betrayal like that scarred me. Left me damaged in a way no one could fix.

Except Daisy.

Something about her made me want to trust again, and believe in true love.

It was then that I decided I'd had enough of moping around, and needed to find out the truth, or at least persuade her into a date.

Just where do you find a delicate little flower like that when you don't know her address?