Penelope’s POV (Psycho)

“You can judge me if you want. I’m used to it…”

I shut my big mouth quickly. “I would never judge you, Mr. Thorne… I’m just… taken aback. That’s all.”

He shrugs. “It’s okay if you judge me. I deserve it… I did terrible things to her.”

A muscle twitches in my face.

Terrible things?

He uncrosses his legs, rakes all ten fingers through his hair, and grips his forehead, letting out a groan.

I sit up, wondering what’s happening to him. My ...