Penelope opened the door and our eyes met. She looked drained, dark circles under her eyes, hair pulled into a messy ponytail. More tired than yesterday, but still here, still holding it together for her friend. Kudos to her. Running through that storm that day, just to be at Mendy's side. I needed someone like that in my corner.
"She good?" I asked, stepping inside.
"Yeah," Penelope said, closing the door. "Calmer than I expected. Whatever you said yesterday, it stuck."
"I'm glad." I followed her through the house. Couldn't help it, her tank top clung tight, fake tits bouncing with every step. Damn. Focus, Evan.
