Chapter Fourteen
“So dark,” Penny whispers, staring ahead.
Every single light in the guest bedroom is on, including a lamp on the bedside table and a small chandelier overhead. There’s also a night-light plugged into the wall, its tiny light barely adding to the blaze. None of it seems to penetrate her mind.
“Shh.” I smooth back her hair. “Don’t try to figure it out right now. Rest.”
I never thought of myself as a nurturing person. I always assumed that when I had a child, the instinct would be gifted to me, some kind of biological imperative. Maybe Justin and I would have gotten a puppy to practice, something purebred with a glossy coat.
“Sleep now,” I whisper, stroking her hair.
Whatever the reason, Penny seems to have taken to me. She goes completely silent whenever Damon comes ne
