She placed her hand on her chest to steady herself. All she’d done was walk into the house and it felt as if she'd just run a marathon.
Logan hadn't turned her away. Maybe everything Kelly had said was true.
Poppy had questioned her best friend's confession on her deathbed over a year ago. Surely Kelly was delirious. She couldn’t know what she was saying. But it had been important to Kelly that Poppy listen to her final words and so she did. Every one of them. She'd sat next to her best friend and held her hand, wanting to do so much more for her in the little time they had left together.
That was a year ago and it had taken all this time for Poppy to muster up the courage to make due on the one promise she’d made to Kelly that day.
She picked up her suitcase and made her way to the stairs like she had so many times in her childhood. The house smelled the same. Poppy had always loved the smell of the air blowing through the windows on a hot summer day or a cool autumn night.
