Timothy pov

What if I screw it up? What if I'm not strong enough, smart enough, good enough?

"Stop spiraling," Penelope says without taking her eyes off the road.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"I can feel it through the bond," she explains. "Your anxiety is leaking through. Also, you're doing that thing where you tap your fingers."

I look down. She's right. I'm tapping the car door nervously.

"Sorry," I mutter.

"Don't apologize," she says. "Just breathe. One thing at a time. Right now, we focus ...