Penelope’s POV (Psycho)

He slips off the chaise longue, dropping to his knees. His hands shake terribly over his eyes.

“Don’t leave me. Please… please…” He groans in so much distress, crying hard.

My heart twists for him.

Instinct kicks in. I move forward, putting my hands on his shoulders and tapping.

He bends over and shifts a hand to mine. His palm is dampened with tears.

“Don’t leave me… please… I don’t want to be– all alone…”

He withdraws his hands, gasping for ...