Chapter 46
Poppy
I couldn't speak. My throat was completely closed, just this terrible pressure behind my eyes and in my chest. I held on and sobbed into her shoulder like I was twelve years old. I didn't care who was watching.
"Oh darling." Mom's hand moved over my hair, slowly. "Okay. Okay, I've got you. It's alright."
It was not alright.
Daddy was going to sleep with Layla tomorrow. How could he just agree to meet with her like that? Was he done with me? Was he tired of me? An image of him giving Layla his c.o.c.k when he hadn't given it to me, filled my head and I sobbed harder.
"What happened?" Mom murmured against my hair. "Can you tell me?"
I shook my head and pressed closer.
Over Mom's shoulder I saw Layla, strutting around with a glass of champag
