TWENTY-SEVEN
A couple of hours had gone by since Turner left the Maddox house. Val’s nerves were starting to fray again. Poppy tried to be optimistic, and failed to admit aloud that her own desire to call and check on Turner was almost overwhelming.
Val had started on dinner, so Poppy carried Ashlee upstairs into Autumn’s bedroom where both twins were engrossed in their devices.
“Do you want to watch a movie with Ashlee in your mom’s room?” No response. “Autumn?”
“Whatever.”
Okay, that was some attitude. The girl didn’t even look up.
“Are you guys okay?” Poppy asked, sitting down on the end of the bed, holding Ashlee on her lap. Neither of the twins spoke. “Come on, I can’t help unless you tell me what’s going on… You can’t expect anyone to read your mind.”
Even if Turner had readin
