Penelope's POV

I wake up to the sound of a camera shutter clicking. My eyes snap open to find Ethan standing in the doorway, phone raised, grinning like he's just discovered buried treasure.

"Delete that," I say, trying to sit up before the full reality of my situation hits me. I'm still in Timothy's hospital bed, our hands intertwined, and at some point during the night I'd shifted position so my head rests on his shoulder. His other arm has found its way around me, holding me close even in ...