Chapter 82
- PENELOPE
- The front door clicked shut behind Liam, the last guest, and just like that, the house was quiet. Too quiet.
- I stood in the middle of the living room, my arms folded tightly over my chest, trying to keep the air in my lungs steady. I could still hear the echo of my own voice—“This party is over.” And yet it wasn’t. Not in my head. Not in my body that still shook from rage and embarrassment.