Penelope’s POV

My feet moved quietly from pillar to post as thoughts swarmed my head. All I had to do was knock, and I'd be standing before him the next second.

But I'd tried, countless times. My hand ended up hanging in the air, doing nothing at the end. I stopped pacing for a moment and stood by the wall, taking in slow, steady and long breaths in.

It takes nothing…I thought.

In silence, the courage grew, and I felt the determination return to my arm. A few inches away from the ...