Penelope's pov
A therapist? Weston thinks I'm crazy. That I'm traumatized and broken. He may not be wrong but have I been that obvious that he had to forced me out of bed, make me skip classes for today just so I can go to see a shrink??? Unbelievable. Weston's fingers brush my nape, back and forth. They swipe. Occasionally tugging at a curl, and make me feel a bit squeamish. His touch causes goosebumps to pop on my skin, I think he's trying to distract me from thinking about Nelia.
The goosebumps and feeling of butterflies from Weston's light touches to my neck fade off, as my mind drives back to three days ago. When the incident occured.
Nelia's house had nothing but her clothes and diaries in it. Not even food.
I haven't been able to touch her books, and Weston has forbidden me from
