From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 303

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 303**

**Chapter 174: All Of Them**

**Reese**

The concept of two people being so utterly consumed by one another has always eluded my understanding. My brother, Roman, and his fiancée, Savannah, are a perfect case study in obsession that defies all reason.

It’s an endless stream of “Roman this” and “Savannah that,” and honestly, it makes me feel a bit queasy. I swear, if I ever find myself that wrapped around someone’s finger, someone just needs to put me out of my misery.

Even during the time Penny and I shared, I never found myself in a state of infatuation. Sure, there were moments, but nothing compared to what Roman feels for Savannah. He’s completely and irrevocably smitten, if I can put it that way without feeling nauseated.

I had planned to sneak upstairs earlier, hoping to avoid the chaos below, but then I heard it—the sound of heart-wrenching sobs resonating through the kitchen. The noise was loud, raw, and filled with a pain I couldn’t ignore. I didn’t even need to ponder the cause; she must have thought she’d let him down because the pregnancy test had come back negative.

As if that were even remotely possible.

Roman would sooner defy the laws of physics than allow Savannah to feel like she’d disappointed him. Yet there she was, slumped over her sandwich, sniffling like a puppy that had just been scolded.

It was unbelievable.

With a heavy sigh, I leaned against the counter, feeling the weight of sanity pressing down on me. I was, without a doubt, the only rational one in this house. Well, perhaps me and that quirky girl, Elizabeth. The rest of them? They were all a few fries short of a Happy Meal.

“Will you cut that out? You’re driving me insane,” I snapped, my frustration bubbling over before I could rein it in.

Savannah’s head jerked up, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed. I braced myself for one of her usual sharp retorts, but instead, she simply murmured, “Sorry.”

That response threw me for a loop, more than anything else could have.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, rubbing the back of my neck in frustration. I was hopeless when it came to comforting someone. Empathy? Emotional support? Those were foreign concepts to me. I had only ever opened up that side of myself to one person, and that person was now six feet under.

But something felt distinctly wrong with Savannah. This wasn’t the fiery Savannah I knew—the one who could hurl insults like daggers.

No, this version of her looked small, fragile.

Miserable.

I wasn’t accustomed to seeing her like this. She was meant to be the strong one—the one who drove my brother crazy. Now, she appeared so breakable, and the sight of it stirred something soft within me that I despised.

Elizabeth glared at me from across the counter, her eyes daring me to speak again. I chose silence, pushing my plate away with a sigh.

Savannah blinked at me, confusion etched on her face. “What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

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