Chapter Thirty-Four

Corbin

Morning hits the bedroom soft, the kind of gray winter light that slips through the blinds like it’s trying not to bother us. The hall light’s still on from last night, a faint stripe under the door that makes the room feel less like a cave, and I hate that I’m grateful for it, hate that I can’t bring myself to switch it off because the dark still feels like an enemy.

Savannah’s curled into