Penelope’s POV:

All from Vincent.

Guilt eats my heart and leaves nothing behind. He did call, he did text. I just didn't see any of them.

Oh. My phone was on dnd all day.

“Pen! You need to look at this!” Sera’s panic laden voice pulls me back. I look up to see her walking up to me with her laptop. She halts a few feet in front of me, glances at the screen then back at my face. “Actually, I don’t think it’s right. Forget about it.”

I put my phone away, making a mental note to apologize to Vincent later. “What is it?” I ask.

She glances over...