Penny's POV
The next morning, I'm still buzzing from yesterday– part excitement, part dread.
New York. A publishing house job. My dream. And yet… the way Andrew went quiet at breakfast, the way Savannah hovered around like a shark smelling blood…
I swing my legs out of bed and head toward the kitchen. Mom's already at the stove, Nick's at the table, and Dad's reading the paper like it's still 1987.
Nick looks up at me with that smirk that means he's about to ruin my mood. "So, Big Apple, huh? Ready to trade us in for overpriced coffee and rent you can't afford?"
"Good morning to you too," I mutter, grabbing a mug.
Mom doesn't look up from the pan. "I just hope you've thought this through. New York isn't exactly forgiving. And with… everything going on."
I know exactly what she's implying. "You mean Andrew."
Silence.
