Nasya's POV
The two children clinging to me were Harper's kids.
Harper was holding a stack of documents—most likely medical reports—and when she saw me, she froze in place. The papers slipped from her hands and scattered across the floor with a soft thud, her shock palpable.
"You... you're Penelope? You—you're actually alive?" Her gaze flickered between me and Zayn before she asked, "How are you two together? Zayn, when did you find Penelope?"
I swallowed nervously and answered before Zayn could speak. "I was injured... lost my memory. It wasn't until recently that I ran into Zayn..."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt Zayn's skeptical glance from beside me, but he didn't contradict me.
Harper rushed forward as if to hug me, but the unfamiliarity between us made her stop short. Instead, she gripped my shoulders, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's really you, Penelope. Have you... have you gotten your memories back?"
