PENELOPE'S POV

I knocked twice on the door, my knuckles landing on it right soft, just like my heart. There was no response after the third, so I turned to leave.

But before I could move a step away, the door creaked slightly open, and I heard his voice thick and loud.

“Come in,”

A little space was created between the door and the wall, and I slipped in. Odessa was in there, holding some books in her hands. She looked different…must be the glasses.

“I'll run these up and ...