FIFTEEN
The next day, Poppy awoke glowing. Her whole body shimmered and shook with the happiness that zipped through her. She felt lighter. Actually lighter. It probably didn’t make much sense, but she didn’t care.
The bathroom was in a semi-state of something and there were different tools lying around. In addition to the tile he’d started to put on the bathroom floor, new paint and tiles were piled up in the living room. The place was coming together. Leaving would be sad, she was starting to love the building. But, like she’d said the previous night, if the choice was between being there and single or moving out and having Turner, there was no contest. She still wasn’t convinced about his opposition and decided to bring it up again during lunch.
Despite falling asleep fast the previo
