Penelope’s POV:

Leila’s soft meows are the first thing I hear when I open my eyes.

It’s dark in my room, and her small body is curled up in my arms, her cheek resting on mine. For a few seconds I’m disoriented as I try to piece together everything.

I’m in my bedroom, it’s dark, and Leila is with me.

Which means Vincent must be here too.

Slowly, it starts coming back. The botched exhibition, asking Vincent to take me home, crashing into bed the moment I was home. Fragmented memories of me waking up and falling back into a deeper sleep. Vincent at my bedside, Vincent feeding me sips...