Poppy was sitting in an armchair when he came up, her coat folded across the back. She looked up when he arrived. "Hey. Where did you go?"
Her jaw grew tight and she looked down at the ground to stop herself from crying. "Is it... is it because of me?"
She grasped his hands with her cold fingers, and the smell of cigarette smoke on his coat was dizzying. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, and she realized that it wasn't just the smell; the whole room was spinning. Francis would see her eyes darting around as if being attacked from all directions before they rolled back in her head and she fell to the ground, her world going black.
