Chapter 121: One Half Of Me

The plates clattered harder than I meant them to when I dropped them into the sink. The sound echoed through the kitchen loudly. “Go home, Penelope.” I didn’t look at her. The edge in my voice was sharper than the porcelain shards at the bottom of the basin. “You’ve said enough.” “Have I?” Her reflection glared back at me from the dark windowpane. “Why won’t you speak of her? Why does my sister's name haunt you?” Her words hit something I’d spent years nailing shut. I drew a slow breath through my nose. Then I turned around and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Penny, stop.” I turned, forcing calm into my voice. “We’ve had a good time. Great conversation. Great wine. Good food. Now you need to go. We’ll talk tomorrow when you’re yourself.” She shrugged off the hand I’d rested on her shoulder. “You talk about that Savannah girl all the time. Sav this. Sav that. You’re obsessed. Every detail, every move she makes.” Her voice cracked, but she pressed on. “I walked in on you, Roman, with you