PENELOPE'S POV

“I'm guessing it's my father's” she added, drawing me out of the shock that seized my thoughts.

I nodded slightly and watched her struggle to keep her expression plain.

“Cal, I…I had no idea. I'm sorry…”

“There's no use apologizing, Pen,” she said, taking my palm immediately. I jolted impulsively, but the massage that came right after calmed my nerves. “Whatever happened has happened,”

A tear streamed down her eyes, but she wiped it instantly and reshaped ...