Earlier that day, the evening sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains while Penelope rested against the pillows, pale and exhausted but conscious once more. Her chest still ached faintly beneath each breath, though the sharper pain had subsided after medication.
She could breathe without pain coursing through her chest, her consciousness partially restored. Nothing a good rest and a few days won't fix it.
Francesca remained seated nearby looking thoroughly shaken ever since she entered the room. "You frightened me," she whispered suddenly, her voice echoing softly in the room.
Penelope managed a weak smile. "I am still here."
She didn't look entirely convinced and with a pointed look, "That was not merely dizziness,"
No. It was not.
Penelope looked toward the window quietly, unable to respond for a brief moment. She simply stared at the sun, sheathed beneath heavy clouds, which tinted parts of the sky orange.
