"It's complicated."
I settled for.
The girls exchanged looks.
Unsatisfied. Obviously.
Before anyone could ask another question, movement down the hallway caught my attention.
At first, I didn't think much of it.
Then I looked again. And froze. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
Poppy. It was Poppy.
Walking down the hallway like she owned the place.
Smiling. Happy. Confident. And wearing Axel's jersey.
His jersey.
His number 11 stretched across her body like a declaration of war.
She hadn't even waited. Not a day. Not a week. Not even twenty-four hours. She was already claiming her territory.
Already making statements. Already announcing herself.
Poppy spotted us. Then smiled. Actually smiled. And waved.
Waved.
Like we were friends.
Like she hadn't detonated my life three day
