Penny shook her head mildly, rolling her eyes. At this point, she wasn't sure who to be frustrated with—Patricia, or herself for not being able to resist food.
In her defense, Mrs. Miller really did cook well. Not quite at Jessa's level, but it was still good.
"Moving on…" she muttered, turning her attention to the files Wild had originally come to drop off.
She reached for them, taking a deep breath as a flicker of determination lit up in her eyes. Opening the file, her jaw tightened.
Inside were the documents detailing the incident involving her and Haines from many years ago.
It wasn't a pleasant memory. Penny remembered something snapping inside her back then. Had it not been for Angel, she probably wouldn't even be here today.
Her gulp echoed in her ears as she stared at the police report before flipping the page. Soon, she reached some printed photos—images of her injuries, bruises, and the aftermath of that day—all there to remind her of the pain.
