From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 304

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

**Chapter 304**

“I have a lot on my plate,” I said, my voice smooth as silk, though inside I felt the tension coiling tighter. “And I’ve got an engagement tonight. You remember, right? I made those plans earlier when you said you didn’t want to see me anymore. I didn’t expect you to change your mind so quickly.”

There was a faint sound on the other end of the line, a breath that seemed to hang in the air, caught between the sharp edges of heartbreak and a flicker of pride.

“Take care of yourself, Penelope.”

With that, I ended the call, the click of the disconnect echoing in my mind. I stared at the phone for what felt like an eternity, a weight settling in my chest, before I finally set it aside, the decision weighing heavily on me. I would visit her later, but not now. She needed to unravel a bit more before I could step back into her world. I turned the ignition of the car, the familiar roar of the engine grounding me as I drove home.

Upon my arrival, I found Elizabeth sprawled across the couch, a bowl of popcorn cradled in her lap, her eyes glued to what appeared to be a horror movie cranked up to eleven. Blood splattered across the screen, heads rolling in a grotesque ballet. Charming, I thought sarcastically.

She glanced up at me, her eyes flickering from my face to the bag I was holding, curiosity dancing in her gaze.

I didn’t need to ask where Savannah was. The silence in the house spoke volumes, and I already knew she was upstairs, drowning in her tears.

I walked down the dimly lit hallway, my footsteps soft against the hardwood floor, and paused outside Roman and Savannah’s bedroom. I rapped gently on the door. “Savannah,” I called out, my voice steady. “Open up. It’s Reese.”

A moment later, the door creaked open. Savannah stood there, her eyes puffy and red, her nose a shade of crimson, and her cheeks glistening with remnants of tears. She looked utterly defeated. “Do you need anything?” she asked, her voice barely rising above a whisper, as if speaking too loud might shatter the fragile silence.

I extended the bag towards her. “Yeah. I need you to test all of them. That way you’ll know for sure.”

Her mouth opened, ready to protest, but I cut her off before she could voice her doubts.

“Don’t trust me. Don’t argue. Just do it.”

Something in my tone must have struck a chord, for she closed her mouth and nodded once, the fight leaving her eyes.

“I’ll be in the living room,” I said, turning to leave.

But then her hand shot out, gripping my arm with surprising strength. I halted, turning back to face her.

“Thank you, Reese.” The words were so soft, they almost slipped past my ears unnoticed, but they resonated deep within me.

I nodded, feeling a swell of warmth, and walked away before I could say anything that might sound like “you’re welcome.”

When I returned to the living room, Elizabeth was still immersed in her cinematic bloodbath, the chaos on-screen making my stomach churn.

I grimaced as another dismembered head flew across the screen. “Jesus Christ, can you please change this? It’s disturbing.”

With a nonchalant flick of her wrist, she popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth, her eyes never leaving the screen. “I like it.”

“Well, I don’t,” I shot back, irritation creeping into my voice.

She gasped theatrically. “Oh my God, you’re squeamish!”

“I’m not squeamish,” I replied flatly, trying to maintain my composure.

“You are squeamish,” she insisted, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“Elizabeth.”

Her grin widened. “Say it. I’m squeamish.”

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