What has anything to do with the Ford family? Come at me instead.
Poppy, she was just a child.
He couldn't comprehend how twisted a woman's mind must be to harm a child.
He still remembered Rouge Jarvis's eyes, swollen from crying when she talked about Poppy. Now he too tasted this suffocating pain.
It's not like falling, getting up, and blowing on the wound to ease the pain; it's an everlasting agony, a lifetime scar upon the heart, unbearable whenever recalled.
Jonas Jarvis laughed, she said, "I never intended to harm that little girl. I just handed her to a rural woman, asking her to take care properly. Who could have known she would leave the child alone in the rented room? Gas leaked, exploded, and she was burned like that."
He never doubted Jonas Jarvis's word, because Pearl later told him why the child was raised by the Ford family—because Poppy was dead, burned.
DNA verified she was Poppy, and her sister couldn't accept it, telling him never to mention it again.
