Chapter Twelve

Corbin

The house is quiet in a way that feels different tonight.

Not empty. Not heavy.

Just… held.

Savannah moves around the kitchen softly, barefoot, her oversized long-sleeve shirt hanging off one shoulder like it was never meant to stay put. It swallows her frame, sleeves covering half her hands, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs. It’s domestic in a way that knocks the breath out of me ha