Chapter 335

Whenever Caleb thought of Penelope, he remembered the silk-like smoothness of her skin and the intoxicating, soul-stirring sensation of her touch. He licked his dry lips unconsciously, then grabbed a bottle of mineral water and downed it in one go. A pang of regret struck him. He knew they would likely never cross paths again. Meanwhile, Scarlett had already left the hospital and headed to the bungalow. Scarlett had brought Elena a few old records she'd found in the Capitol. Each one was filled with songs Elena adored. The bungalow had a record player, so Scarlett put one on right away. Gentle, melodic music began to fill the room. Elena, who had been quietly playing with her building blocks, suddenly stood up. She lifted the hem of her skirt and began to dance. Every step was perfectly in sync with the rhythm. Her sense of timing was remarkable. "Ms. Hawthorne has a natural gift for music and dance. When she's in a good mood, she'll sing and dance like this. She lives in her