Chapter Forty-Six

Corbin

The shop feels like the only place where my hands know what to do without my brain getting in the way. Green soap, disinfectant, the buzz of a machine, Griff cracking jokes like the world's not on fire, Jules watching everything like a hawk with eyeliner. It's familiar, and familiar keeps me from spiraling into the kind of rage that makes me wanna do dumb shit.

Griff slides a clipboard acro