TWELVE
For the first time, the next day, Poppy considered going home.
Lying in bed, she stared at the ceiling all day, unable to will herself to move. She’d heard the knocking. Thought she maybe even heard his voice, but she didn’t get up. If he wanted to come in, he would. She’d told him he didn’t have to knock anymore. He hadn’t paid attention to that at the time. Maybe their exploits would change his mind.
Whoever was at the door, whatever he or she wanted, Poppy never found out. She stayed in bed until she fell asleep.
Doing so little on her last day off meant she was up super early the following morning. The gym, thankfully, was open twenty-four, seven, so at least she had something to occupy her body. Her mind wouldn’t switch off so easily.
Her next shift pattern was going to be
