THIRTY-THREE
Poppy had already decided that she had to go back to her family. After a restless night on the couch, she found sleep at some point. Charley had woken her up to say she was going to brunch with David. No questions about why she was asleep on the couch, but that was to be expected when Charley was high about receiving Leicester’s attention.
Her friend went out and she was left alone with her thoughts. Poppy needed to talk to someone. She needed support. But who could she talk to? No one knew the truth, no one except Turner.
She’d wasted her time. The more she thought about it, the more obvious that became. Her time in the real world was never destined to be forever. She’d kidded herself that it might be, but Primrose was right. At some point, her family would’ve tracked her
