Chapter 57
Poppy
"I convinced her not to tell anyone," Dady grumbled, taking a step foward. "That's what handled means."
"H-How?" The word came out in a whisper and I was already backing up, one step, two, my spine finding the wall behind me. "How did you convince her? What did you do to her, Daddy?!"
His chocolate brown eyes flashed with hurt at the look on my face. He set the spatula down on the counter and set my phone down beside it then crossed to me slowly with his hands in the air.
"Poppy, baby, please, just listen,"
"Don't," I whimpered, cowering against the wall, my whole body shaking. He killed her, oh my gosh, he did. "Don't come closer until you tell me,"
"I did not kill Layla Morrison." He said it very clearly, running his hand down his face. "I would never hurt yo
