Bernard's POV
I stared at my phone for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes, reading Penny's message over and over again.
Sunday morning sunlight streamed through my apartment windows, but I couldn't concentrate on anything except those words burning into my retinas.
I'd put the app back on my phone after accidentally catching part of a conversation between Penny and Maya. Penny had admitted she'd started using the app again just to talk to me. Well, to talk to the other version of me. I'd been close enough to hear the important parts, and once I realized she'd downloaded it specifically to find me, I couldn't resist. I got the app back and found her message waiting there.
