Chapter 95

Poppy

I froze mid-sentence, my apology dying on my lips.

Mom was standing in the living room. Her hair, all her long, honey-blonde waves that I had seen for my entire life, was gone. She had chopped it into a short bob that barely grazed her jawline. It made her look so different. Like a stranger that only looked like my mother. Okay this was weird. What on earth happened in Denver?

"Poppy! I'm back!" Mom chirped, her smile was a little too bright as she rushed toward me, arms open wide.

I stumbled back a step as she enveloped me in a hug. There was a thick...