Timothy's POV
"You need to see this." Ethan drops his phone on the breakfast table, nearly knocking over my coffee mug.
I glance up from my playbook. "If it's another article about last night's game, I already read it."
"It's not about the game." His voice is tight. "It's about her."
My stomach drops. I don't need to ask who he means. There's only one 'her' that would make Ethan look this worried. I pick up his phone, and the image hits me like a puck to the chest.
Penelope walking across campus, hand in hand with Liam Vaughn. She's laughing at something he said, her face tilted up toward his. She looks happy.
"When was this taken?" I ask, my voice coming out rougher than intended.
"Yesterday." Ethan sits down across from me. "There are more."
I swipe through the photos. Penelope
