Chapter 19

Lying in bed has never made me feel so depressed. I loved being lazy but not when I was so sad.

Someone knocked on my door, but I was not in the mood to talk to anyone. "Go away!" I muttered into my pillow.

They didn't listen. Whoever was at my door walked into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. "Poppy, do you want to talk?" Mom asked me.

"No," I muttered. "I want to cry instead."

Mom sighed. "Why did Grayson break up with you?"

"Why do you ...