Penelope’s POV (Psycho)

“Atone?” I utter, stacking my hands beneath my chin, my elbows pinned to my desk. “Do you mean… repent?”

He nods, pinching the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes, and lowering his head. He curses all of a sudden, uncrosses his legs, and bends over, dropping his face into his palms.

My pulse quickens, my brows shooting up. I drop my hands and call, “Mr. Thorne?”

His eyes are red and misty when he turns them to me again, his hands now on his head as he ...