Poppy didn't take a drink, but then she'd only ever slept with a few men. "I was nineteen years old," she told Shannon. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a photograph. She handed it to Shannon. "We'd only known each other six months when we got married, but I knew he was the one."
She set her drink aside. She could feel herself wanting to cry, and she definitely did not want to do that in front of Shannon.