"Okay, what is it? What is the issue?" August asked, searching his eyes.
"When I went to your home, I beat her there. I was in your room waiting. I fell asleep in your bed," he chuckled softly before remembering himself. "And then Penelope showed up. That's how I had a chance to speak with her. She was actually there. I didn't even have to look for her at Eliade."
"Why?" August asked. "Why would she be at my home? You were in my bed?"
Her face scrunched, trying to picture it. Trying to understand it. Both of these people in her home that had never even known about her in her previous life. Both standing amongst her things.
"Eliade was concerned that your mom would keep returning to search for you, and that was going to create an issue for them. So they had Penelope do what they believed was some neuroscience-y stuff and, um…" he ducked his head.
"What?" she asked. "What did she do?"
