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“Let me see?”

Poppy’s quiet voice pulled my attention from the screen. She smiled at me and I lowered the phone to let her see.

I watched Poppy, not the picture, as her gaze fell upon the screen. I watched as her eyes softened and a whisper of a smile ghosted on her lips. “Rune,” she whispered, as she reached down to take hold of my free hand.

I squeezed her hand and she said, “I want a copy of that one. It’s perfect.” I nodded and kissed her head.

And this is why I love photography, I thought. It could pull out emotion, raw emotion, from a split second in time.

Turning off my phone’s camera, I saw the time displayed on the screen. “Poppymin,” I said quietly, “we have to head home. It’s getting late.”

Poppy nodded. I got to my feet and pulled her upright.

“You heading out?” Judson asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll catch you Monday.”

I threw them all a wave and took hold of Poppy’s hand. We didn’t say much as we made our way home. When we stopped at Poppy’s door, I took her in my arms and pulled her to my chest. I placed my hand on the side of her neck. Poppy looked up. “I’m so proud of you,Poppymin. There’s no doubt that you’ll get into Julliard. Your dream of playing at Carnegie Hall will come true.”

Poppy smiled brightly and tugged on the camera strap around my neck. “And you’ll be at Tisch School of the Arts at NYU. We’ll be in New York together, like it was always meant to be. Like we’ve always planned.”

I nodded my head and brushed my lips along her cheek. “Then there would be no more curfew,” I muttered teasingly. Poppy laughed. Moving to her mouth, I pressed a soft kiss to her lips and backed away.

As I let go of her hands, Mr. Litchfield opened the door. He saw me moving away from his daughter and shook his head, laughing. He knew exactly what we’d been doing.

“Night, Rune,” he said dryly.

“Night, Mr. Litchfield,” I replied, seeing Poppy blush as her daddy gestured for her to go inside.

I walked across the grass to my house. I opened the door, walked through to the living room and found my parents sitting on the couch. They were both sitting forward in their seats, and they seemed tense.

“Hei,” I said, and my mamma’s head snapped up.

“Hei, baby,” she said.

I frowned. “What’s wrong?” I asked. My mamma shot a glance at my pappa.

She shook her head. “Nothing, baby. Did Poppy play well? Sorry we couldn’t make it.”

I stared at my parents. They were hiding something, I could tell. When they didn’t continue, I slowly nodded my head, answering their question. “She was perfect, as always.”

I thought I glimpsed tears in my mamma’s eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. Needing to escape the awkwardness, I held up my camera. “I’m going to develop these then go to bed.”

As I turned to walk away, my pappa said, “We’re going out as a family tomorrow, Rune.”

I stopped dead. “I can’t come. I’ve planned to spend the day with Poppy.”

My pappa shook his head. “Not tomorrow, Rune.”

“But—” I went to argue, but my pappa cut me off, his voice stern.

“I said no. You’re coming, that’s final. Poppy can see you when we get back. We won’t be gone all day.”

“What’s really going on?”

My pappa walked to stand before me. He put a hand on my shoulder. “Nothing, Rune. I just never see you anymore because of work. I want to change that, so we’re having a day out at the beach.”

“Well then, can Poppy come with us? She loves the beach. It’s her second-favorite place to go.”


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