Penelope's POV***"You don't have to do this tonight." Mrs. Hale stood in the doorway of my bedroom, her hands clasped together. Her eyes showed how worried she was."I know," I said."At least wait until morning, Penelope. It's nearly ten o'clock.""I'm fine, Mrs. Hale."She lingered in the doorway for a moment, then walked in and began folding the blouse I had left on the bed. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if she hoped that by helping, I might choose to stay.I didn't tell her to stop. Packing takes a long time to do, and I needed a little help.I've spent three years in that house and I filled only one suitcase and a travel bag. Just one. Most of what was in that house doesn't belong to me. The furniture came with the rooms. The art on the walls was Jonathan's. The good dishes, the expensive decor, the small decorative items that made a house feel lived-in, aren't mine to choose or to keep.I opened my own side of the wardrobe and the only things I possessed were clot
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