Hazel's POV
"I never thought you would actually come," Penelope said, her voice smaller than I remembered, stripped of the sharp confidence that once filled every room she entered.
The visitation room at the facility was plain and cold, gray walls pressing in around a single table, and Penelope sat across from me in a simple uniform that made her look almost unrecognizable from the woman who had once mimicked my limp for a room full of laughter.
"I did not come for you," I said evenly, taking the seat across from her, Julian standing silently near the door behind me, close enough to intervene, far enough to let me speak freely. "I came for the truth."
Penelope's hands twisted together on the table. "My father has spent twelve years believing your family owed him a war. He raised me on
