Penny's POV
Morning comes faster than usual. The morning sunlight spills through the curtains, landing on my face and disrupting my sleep.
Now awake, I lie still in my bed for a while, listening to the noise in the house. The house is awake in its own way, but last night changed the way it feels.
This place doesn't feel permanent anymore. Now, it feels borrowed.
I finally push myself out of bed and pause at the door. For years, mornings here have been easy. Like stumbling into the kitchen half-asleep, laughing at Jess stealing the last piece of toast, and dodging Nick's teasing. But today my steps feel heavier, like the floor might shift beneath me.
I head downstairs anyway.
