Chapter Thirty-Nine

Savannah

Shame sticks to me like humidity, thick and stubborn, even though Corbin keeps treating my fear like something human instead of something ugly. I keep replaying the kitchen anyway, the way my mouth formed that question before I could stop it, the way his eyes went wide, not angry, just hurt and scared at the same time.

I don't want that to be a scar between us. I also can't pretend my bra