Poppy was terrified.
Only she and her brother, Finley, knew about her switching the girls!
She had never mentioned it to her real daughter, Isla.
How could Old Mrs. Horton know?
Moreover, she spoke in an assertive tone, not of suspicion, but of certainty!
Seeing Keira and Lewis approaching, Poppy looked even more uneasy in her guilt!
They hadn't heard what she'd just said, had they?
Old Mrs. Horton huffed out, "I know. You bullied my granddaughter-in-law. You're a bad woman!"
The old lady rambled on and on. It seemed like something was wrong with her mind...
Poppy breathed a sigh of relief. She approached Keira with the thermos in hand, "Keira dear, I've brought you some chicken broth. You must be tired from caring for old Mrs. Horton. You need to eat more to regain some strength..."
The aroma of the chicken broth from the thermos wafted into the air, but to Keira, it was nothing more than irony.
