Penny's POV
By the time Jess and I get home, Dad is already sprawled in his usual chair, watching game highlights with Nick beside him hogging the couch like he owns it. Mom's humming drifts from the kitchen, and the warm, buttery smell of apple pie hits me as soon as I step inside.
Jess inhales deeply. "Mrs. Clarke, if that's pie I smell, I'm officially moving in."
Mom peeks around the corner with a wooden spoon. "Only if you help with dishes."
Jess gasps like she's been mortally wounded. "Ruthless."
Laughter bursts out of all of us. I laugh too, but my chest still feels heavy with the memory of Savannah at Andrew's door, the way she smiled at me across the dinner table, the unopened wine bottle sitting on his counter like a taunt.
I slip into the kitchen to help Mom. "Want me to set the plates?"
She nods, eyes soft. "Long night?"
I shrug, grabbing forks. "You could say that."
