登入PENELOPE Jonathan woke up stiff.He lifted his head from the kitchen table and looked at me on the sofa with the disorientation that he had fallen asleep somewhere unexpected and was locating himself."You let me sleep here," he said."You fell asleep," I said. "I wasn't going to wake you at two in the morning."He sat up straight, looked at the blanket on his lap, then at me."You covered me?" he asked."You were cold. I had to," I responded.He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the early light coming through the kitchen window."What time is it?" he asked."Six thirty," I replied."You didn't sleep," he said."I slept and woke up not long ago," I said."You're a bad liar," he teased.Then I chuckled.He folded the blanket. Set it on the table with the neatness that was just part of who he was, even at six thirty in the morning with a stiff neck."What kept you up?" he asked."Adrian left a voicemail, that's why." I replied.He was quiet. "Oookay" he stretched the words as i
PENELOPE "He changed the plans at the last moment without telling anyone. He called Jonathan's father and said there was a change of plans. That it would be you." She mentioned."And Jonathan's father agreed without asking any questions," she added. "To him, it was just a business deal. One daughter or the other didn't matter to the outcome.""Did Jonathan know about it?" I asked."Not at first," she said. "He was told you had been chosen. Not that you were a replacement.""And Seraphina? Did she know?" I inquired."She knew," my mother said quietly. "She knew she was supposed to be the one, and your father changed it."Everything I thought I understood about the marriage rearranged itself.Jonathan hadn't chosen me, he hadn't even chosen wrong.He had been given a replacement and told it was the original plan."Mama," I said."When Papa changed the arrangement," I said. "Was it only to keep me contained? Was that the only reason?"The silence was heavy."No," she replied."Then what
PENELOPE ***THE NEXT DAY "You've seen him three times this week," Jonathan spoke quietly, as if he had been holding this back for a while. He stood in the doorway of my apartment, lingering for thirty seconds while I pretended to focus on my phone. "We work together. Remember?" I replied. "You don't work together," he countered. "You have a financial arrangement and that's the difference." "He came here on Wednesday and today you spent four hours at his office." "You've been counting," I pointed out. "I've been noticing," he said. "You sound like you're keeping a record," I said. "I sound like a man who is trying to understand where he stands," he replied. "You know where you stand," I insisted. "Do I?" he replied. "Because from here, it seems like Adrian has a lot more of your time than I do." I stood up from my chair. "You're doing it again." "Doing what?" he asked. "Making my choices about you," I said. "Deciding that the time I spend with someone else says somethin
PENELOPE "Seraphina," I repeated back. The word landed flat without a place to go. I stepped back from the door as they came in. Adrian sat on the chair by the window, and Jonathan stood near the doorway at half past midnight. I stayed close to the door. "Play it," I ordered. "Penelope...I can explain." Jonathan began. "Play the recording," I interrupted. "I want to hear it." He took out his phone and played with it. I listened to the whole thing which lasted for eleven minutes. I listened as my sister told the man I had been cautious about for a year to keep showing up. I heard him say How do I compete with someone who was there when I wasn't.' I listened to Seraphina say 'You don't compete, you just be what you are.' And then his voice alone. 'Don't pull back on me, Penelope.' The recording stopped. "So...You called her the night I kissed you," I said to Jonathan. Then he said. "I needed to say something to someone and I..." He stopped. "I know how it sounds."
ADRIAN "The night she kissed me back," Jonathan muttered. "Yes," I replied. "What was Marcus recording that night?" "I don't know," I said. "He hasn't said what's on it. Just that it exists and that it involves someone close to Penelope right now." I set the phone on the table. "And that we need to hear it before the detective does." Jonathan glanced at the phone. "This is Marcus controlling information from the custody," he reminded me. "Don't forget that." "I know what it is," I said. "But if there's something on that recording that could hurt Penelope, I'd prefer to know about it first instead of her hearing it unexpectedly from a detective." Jonathan remained silent and he picked up the phone. His expression didn’t change, but his jaw showed he was considering it, which needed careful thought. "We can't go to him," Jonathan stated. "He's in custody." "He's not telling us to go to him," I explained. "He says he'll send it." "Through what channel?" Jonathan qu
Adrian's POVI saw them through the window.I hadn't planned to, but I was walking past the building on my way to a meeting I had rescheduled twice already. I glanced up at the entrance, as you do at places that have become familiar, and there was Jonathan, with his hand on her face and his mouth on hers.I stopped walking...Just for a second.Then I kept moving as I reached the end of the street and I stood at the corner.I had told myself I was okay with it.But that wasn’t true.***The meeting the next day was pointless.I sat near three people who talked about numbers. I nodded while my mind wandered to the pavement outside Penelope's building and Jonathan Blackwood's hand on her face.I thought about it often enough to have worn a groove in my mind, but saying " I love you" felt like pressure. The last thing I wanted to do was add to her burdens.Jonathan must have said it in the recordings.I had heard about that from the detective, so I knew what Jonathan had said about her, a







