HEADING FOR THE SUPERMARKET doors with Poppy beside me, a reflection flashed past in the polished glass that had my feet jamming to a halt. Eyes narrowed, I rapid-peered behind.
Poppy stopped, too. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.” Pushing it aside with a roll of my shoulders, I carried on in.
List in hand, I shopped for the biggest eaters in the world—if the quantities were anything to go by—yet, I couldn’t help but throw backward glances each time I turned a corner.
Poppy, ever observant, scrunched her eyes up as she studied me. “Jem, what’s wrong?”
I shook my head—again. “It’s nothing.”
“Is Peter here?”
“Why would Peter be here, Pop? It’s not like he’d follow.”
She turned away, but I grabbed her arm and swung her back, and she sighed. “He followed me a couple times. Just to see if I’m vis
