Chapter 18
Poppy
Blood.
The cloth was stained dark red-brown, crusty and dried but it.. it had to be blood right? A lot of it. Like someone had used it to soak up... oh God, what had they used it to soak up?
My heart started racing, pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The cloth fell from my trembling fingers back into the glove compartment and I just stared at it, my mind spinning.
Why would Daddy have a bloody cloth in his car?
Was he hurt? Had he been hurt and not told me?
Or was it... was it someone else's blood?
No. No no no. Not Daddy. Daddy wouldn't... he couldn't...
The driver's door opened suddenly and I jumped, a small scream escaping before I could stop it.
"Poppy?" Daddy's voice was concerned, as he slid into the driver's seat. "Baby, what's wrong?"
I couldn'
