Penelope POV

Everything felt weird, even strange; life seemed complicated. When I regained consciousness, I found my father by my side, his eyes filled with sorrow. I had so many questions swirling in my mind, but I didn’t know where to begin. His words shattered my illusion.

“You lost six years of your memory, my child,” he whispered. Before I could even respond, his statement hit me like a bolt of lightning. My father sat there, looking utterly broken, and it astonished me because he had always been the strongest man I knew.

“I’m a cowardly father; I shouldn’t even call myself that. I can’t,” he cried out, sobbing into...