Penelope’s POV (Psycho)
My ears tingle as I stare at him.
“Regrets…? Disgust? Those are very strong words…” I say, dropping my pen.
He nods and begins adjusting on the couch. In a few seconds, he’s stretched out on it, filling up the entire space.
Hands beneath his head, he keeps his eyes on the ceiling. He gets like this whenever we’re in Scott’s office, like we are today. I was practically hijacked while on duty.
“Do you wanna share why you have regrets… Or maybe why you’re too disgusted to speak about it?”
He inhales and exhales deeply, eyes still glued to the white ceiling. “I did something I should never have done…”
“To… your fiancée?”
He lets out a sigh and twists his mouth. Seconds later, he utters, “Yeah.”
I grab my pen again, mapping out theories fast. It’s rare to see
