Poppy’s POV

Jake’s office door is half open when we reach it.

I don’t knock or slow down. I just push it wider and step inside because if I hesitate for even a second, I might lose whatever fragile grip I have on myself.

Jake looks up from his desk, where he’d been resting his head in his hands.

“Poppy?” His gaze flicks between me and Leo behind me. “Is everything okay?”

“No,” Leo says at the same time I say, “Fine.”

Jake exhales slowly. “Right. That answers that, ...