At that moment, without wasting another second, Penelope moved with purpose. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she strode toward the small table by the doorway where she had left her handbag and phone. Her movements were quick, precise every step radiating the quiet fury bubbling inside her.
She grabbed the bag without hesitation, slung it over her shoulder, and snatched her phone from where it rested. There was no glance back at Ramos, no word of explanation. Her face was set, her eyes cold and determined. In one swift motion, she pushed open the door and stepped out of the house, letting the heavy door shut behind her with a dull thud that echoed through the silent room.
