Penelope's POV

The private room is nothing like Timothy's regular hospital room. It's bigger, quieter, and the bed is actual furniture instead of medical equipment. I spent the last two hours preparing—clean sheets, soft lighting, making sure we'd have privacy and no interruptions.

Dr. Reeves helped without asking questions, just handed me the key card and told me to be careful.

Now I wait, sitting on the edge of the bed and checking my phone every thirty seconds. What if Timothy changed his ...