Chapter Fourteen

Savannah

By the time my shift finally ends, my body feels hollowed out.

Not empty. Not numb. Just scraped thin, like every nerve’s been rubbed raw by hours of vigilance that never quite tipped into emergency but never eased either. That in-between space is worse than chaos. Chaos has rules. Chaos has rhythm.

This has anticipation.

I move through the locker room slowly, peeling off my scrubs with d