Penny's POV
My fingers tremble just slightly as I stare at the envelope. My name is written on it, in Savannah's handwriting. It looks so personal, like it was meant to be on a love letter.
Andrew stands in front of me with his arms folded, and his expression hard. He doesn't move, doesn't look away. It feels like the room shrinks to just the two of us, and the envelope between us like a live wire.
"Are you going to open it?" he asks, voice low.
I press my lips together, weighing the weight of it. Part of me wants to toss it straight into the trash. But curiosity, somehow, always wins. I slowly slide my finger under the flap and tear it open.
Inside, there's a single sheet of paper with Savannah's neat handwriting. I read it out loud, heart thudding in my ears:
"Andrew was my first, Penny. And firsts have a way of leaving marks. Don't forget that."
That's it. No signature, no date. Just that.
