Chapter Fifteen

Corbin

The couch smells like her laundry detergent.

That’s the first mistake.

It’s subtle, barely there, but it wraps around me anyway, clings to the back of my throat, and settles somewhere low in my chest where everything already feels too tight. I shift once, then again, trying to find a position that doesn’t pull my attention straight down the hallway.

The door to her bedroom stays closed as I