Penelope’s POV:

My heart skips a beat. A delicious beat. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.” I say and hang up.

Athena pokes her head into the back seat. “Home?” She asks.

“No. I have to go—” my phone vibrates, cutting me off. I pick it up, glancing at the message that just popped in.

An unknown number.

For a while, I think it’s Charles. Then I remember I just blocked the number he used to call me.

“One minute,” I say to Athena as I open the message.

It contains one photograph.

At first glance, it doesn’t look like much. A picture of my parents and a couple. They way...