It was around midnight when Rachel came upstairs to bed. The house was almost silent. Rachel heard a small crying noise coming from Poppy's room. Rachel tapped on the door before heading in. Poppy wasn't in her bed. She was tucked up in the bay window, watching the world as she cried. Rachel came over to her and asked her what the matter was. That was when she saw the picture frame held tightly against Poppy's chest.