** Poppy’s POV **
I’ve learned two things in the last eight months.
The first is that oat milk people are the most judgmental people in this town. The second is that if you talk back to the voices in your head out loud, strangers will absolutely assume you’re unhinged. Which is honestly pretty fair.
The bell above the coffee shop door chimes as another customer leaves, and I plaster on my best friendly smile while silently begging the universe for five uninterrupted minutes without someone demanding a complicated order that I will most definitely get wrong and earn myself a huff and an eye roll. The universe, as usual, ignores me.
The pressure starts behind my eyes. It’s not painful, more like a hand settling at the base of my skull, heavy and insistent.
“You’re avoiding it again,” th
