Penelope’s POV

I am so close to exploding.

The exhibition is in two days and I am losing my mind.

Silas’ party had finally come to an end, and now it was time for me to return to my life, and also to face all the destruction that’s happened over the weekend.

I’m back to work. Back to throwing myself into copies of receipts and ledgers and records, hoping to distract myself from my phone.

From Vincent.

I haven’t spoken to him since the last conversation we had. I intend not to, not until he understands that I’m fine.

I guess it must be difficult for a man such as...