Chapter 116

Poppy

True.

The word hung in the air, then fell through my ears, and shattered into a million pieces inside my head.

Daddy's voice, the one that was supposed to comfort me, was the one that said it. The world tilted; the beeping machines faded. The woman in the bed, Sharon, my supposed aunt, was a blur.

No way. No freaking way. Mom was not a serial killer.

"No," I whispered weakly. My body felt numb, disconnected, like I was watching this happen to someone else. "No."

"Poppy," Daddy said, his arms still holding me. "Victoria has been arrested. The police are at the house now. I came...