Chapter 162

• Penelope sat at her desk, still shaken from what had happened earlier. The burning sensation on her chest had dulled into a painful throb, but her anger was only growing.
• She kept replaying the moment over and over in her head—Rosa’s smug face, the heat of the coffee searing through her clothes, the way she had walked away without a single ounce of remorse.
• She was still lost in thought when a sharp voice called her name.