Penelope’s POV:
My heart skips a beat. A delicious beat. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.” I say and hang up.
Athena pokes her head into the back seat. “Home?” She asks.
“No. I have to go—” my phone vibrates, cutting me off. I pick it up, glancing at the message that just popped in.
An unknown number.
For a while, I think it’s Charles. Then I remember I just blocked the number he used to call me.
“One minute,” I say to Athena as I open the message.
It contains one photograph.
At first glance, it doesn’t look like much. A picture of my parents and a couple. They way it’s angled, I almost brush off the image.
Almost.
The couple my parents are talking to in the photograph is Mr and Mrs Halstead.
My brow furrows as I zoom into the picture. It looks like an old picture, one tak
