Chapter Forty-Four

Corbin

Dad's living room feels like a courtroom even when the TV's on mute and there's a bowl of pretzels on the coffee table, because he carries that lawyer energy everywhere he goes. He's in jeans and a polo, but his posture stays straight, his eyes stay sharp, and every time he looks at Savannah, I can see him fighting the urge to bulldoze the world with his bare hands.

Elowen's in the kitchen,