Penelope pov

Ethan and I help Timothy to the car. He's barely conscious, mumbling incoherently.

"Too many voices," he gasps. "Can't think."

"It's okay," I tell him. "Just breathe. We'll get you somewhere safe."

We load him into the back seat. I climb in next to him, pulling his head into my lap.

"Where to?" Ethan asks from the driver's seat.

"The cabin," I say. "It's the safest place right now."

Ethan nods and starts driving. My parents and Isla pile into Isla's car behind us.

Timothy is ...