“You do not have to hug anyone.

Not today, not ever.

Nobody in this world gets a hug from you just because they happen to share your blood.

A hug is something you give to people who have earned it, and you get to decide who those people are.

Do you understand me?

You owe her nothing.

Not a hug, not a smile, not one single thing.” Daisy’s shoulders dropped an inch, the tension going out of them, and she let out a small breath.

“Okay,” she said.