Poppy’s POV

I close the bedroom door behind Leo and walk into the bathroom. I push open the door and stop. Because they really did think of everything.

Fresh towels are folded neatly on the rack. The counter is stocked with toiletries: shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a fancy-looking razor, and even a small box of tampons tucked discreetly into the drawer.

My throat tightens unexpectedly. They didn’t just make space for me; they prepared for me.

I step back into the bedroom just to take it ...