When I slip back into Penelope's room, she's still sleeping, but restlessly now. Small sounds escape her,whimpers of distress that make my chest ache.
I return to the bed, carefully positioning myself beside her. The moment I'm close enough to touch, she moves towards me even in sleep. Her body seeks mine instinctively, pressing against my side, one hand curling into my shirt.
I wrap my arm around her, holding her close.
I then pull her closer, burying my face in her hair, and let the guilt wash over me completely.
This is my fault. My responsibility to fix.
And I will fix it. Whatever it takes.
***
Morning light filters through the curtains when Penelope finally stirs. I've been awake for hours, just holding her, feeling her breathe and monitoring the bond for any changes.
Her eye
