Chapter 5

“Poppy,” she called again, and this time the teenager on the sofa stirred slightly.

And if they failed to understand her father, they certainly failed to understand what such a homecoming meant to her, and what it meant to her own daughter.

“Poppy.”

Slowly, the girl lifted her head, nuzzling her face into her mother’s outstretched hand as if she was a cat. It took a moment, but eventually she opened her eyes, watery blue and only just aware of their surroundings.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” she murmured.

Her mother smiled warmly.

“You really should try going to bed if you’re tired, you know.”

Poppy smiled weakly.

“I was waiting for you.”

Luna tried not to make a show of her gratefulness, and instead simply said, “Hot chocolate before bed?”

Poppy smiled broadly, and lifted herself lazily from the sofa.

“Sounds wonderful.” 3

“I have to talk to you.”