Penelope spent a night thinking about her situation. Her head was throbbing, but she couldn't find a perfect solution. She was afraid to turn on her phone, fearing missed calls from Warren and his questions. So, she created a kind of protective barrier.

Monica entered the bedroom and saw wine bottles, which brought back memories.

"I've made lunch. You can heat it in the microwave. I'm off to school. Try to get up soon," Monica told the person in bed.

"Okay," came Penelope's quiet response from under the quilt.

Once Monica left, Penelope sat up in bed. She couldn't wait any longer; she needed to take action.

"My phone..." She...