Chapter Twenty-Three

Corbin

The door’s open and it’s enough that the porch light spills straight into the house like it was invited.

My stomach drops, hard, and everything in me goes still except my pulse, which is pounding so loud I swear it’s echoing.

I step inside.

The lamp’s on its side by the couch. The table’s shoved out of place. There’s glass on the floor near the hallway, shards scattered like someone didn’t