*Isla*

“How is it that you didn’t know? How did you get here?” Poppy sits on the edge of my bed and folds her hands in her lap.

“I…” I feel my face flush as I lean back against the pillows, trying to process everything.

“Never mind,” Poppy says, shaking her head. “I just assumed that you either had done this before or had taken it upon yourself to make this into your career. I had no idea you had no idea, dear. And don’t think that I was judging you ...