Penelope’s POV (Psycho)

I sigh and keep going.

Bright lights suddenly illuminate my path. I pause, turn over my shoulder, and squint at the blinding headlights as a car approaches. It takes two blinks and more squinting to know who it is.

Scott.

Sighing, I back up on the walkway.

He pulls up beside me and lowers his window. I half expect him to have company, but the passenger seat is empty. “Pen?” He calls my name—rare but not unusual when we’re outside hospital walls—looking ...