Chapter 18

Poppy

Blood.

The cloth was stained dark red-brown, crusty and dried but it.. it had to be blood right? A lot of it. Like someone had used it to soak up... oh God, what had they used it to soak up?

My heart started racing, pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The cloth fell from my trembling fingers back into the glove compartment and I just stared at it, my mind spinning.

Why would Daddy have a bloody cloth in his car?

Was he hurt? Had he been hurt and not told me?

Or was it... was it someone else's blood?

No. No no...