Penny's POV
The house feels too unusually quiet when we get back from the Bennetts' gathering as if all the laughter and tension we carried inside has been pressed into the walls.
I take off my heels, leaving my feet bare against the carpet as I slip into my room and open the window, letting the cool night air in. I take off my dress and hang it on the back of my chair in the corner of my room, and my heels kicked somewhere near the bed. I am tired and exhausted, but my mind isn't.
Andrew and I are going to have that talk with Mom and Dad, and I haven't made a decision yet
I sit cross-legged on the bed, hugging a pillow to my chest. I can still hear Dad's calm voice in my head, leaving no room for delay.
It's not that I am not ready to have the talk. I am. It's just that… I don't know how to fit all my feelings into words that will make sense to everyone.
