Timothy POV

We finish dressing in silence. I can feel Penelope's fear through the bond, her worry about what's coming. I send back determination, love, the certainty that we'll survive this together.

The walk back to my regular hospital room feels like walking toward execution. I can hear raised voices before we even turn the corner. Kane's deep growl, my father's commanding tone, Sophia's calmer voice trying to mediate.

"Last chance to run," I tell Penelope as we approach the door.

"Not a ...