Chapter Eleven

Corbin

I don’t sleep much.

I lie there on the couch with Savannah tucked against my side, her head resting on my chest like it belongs there, and my brain refuses to shut off. Her breathing evens out after a while, slow and steady, but mine stays shallow. Every time she shifts, every time her fingers tighten briefly in the fabric of my shirt like she’s checking that I’m still here, something in my