Poppy took me to my room immediately. I turned and looked around, taking in the familiar scene. I had been gone so long that the room looked deserted.
"I... I should go," I said, looking at the door. I was so scared, my hands were shaky. Poppy grabbed my hand and smiled. "It's fine, it's fine," I said, mostly to myself. "Thank you, Poppy," I added, trying to free my hand from his grip, but he tightened it.
"I'll go with you," he offered.
"No, it's fine, I'll be fine. I just need to talk to Lily and we'll sort things out," I said, but Poppy wasn't convinced.
"I can't leave you. It's best if I'm close; you can't tell what she'll do," he said, and I chuckled.
"Why are you making it sound like Lily is a violent person?" I asked, shaking my head.
"Stop trying to convince yourself that she's a good person. It will only make you blame yourself for her mistakes," Poppy said, and I gasped. What he said was true.
