Chapter Twenty-Two

Corbin

By the time I pull into my drive, the neighborhood’s settled into that deep quiet that only shows up late, when porch lights glow low and the street feels like it’s holding its breath. I shut the engine off, but I don’t move. I stay exactly where I am, hands loose on the steering wheel, pulse still pounding hard enough that I can feel it in my throat.

She’s everywhere.

The way she straddled