Keenan walked into the dining room feeling the emerald necklace around his neck. He couldn't remember being without and he couldn't help but think Penn was always with him.
He headed for his seat. He could see the back of her head and her haphazard bun with strands of hair standing upright.
She didn't look in his direction even though she was aware of his presence. He had seen her shoulders freeze as soon as he stared at her.
She knew he was here.
He could smell barley, roast beef, boiled potatoes, boiled corn, and soup, but underneath all that smell was the faint familiar scent of something sweet.
Keenan ground his teeth as he pulled back his seat, dragging it loudly over the floor. It was annoying; he wasn't sure if he could actually smell her from this distance or if seeing her simply triggered the memory of her scent.
