Chapter Forty-Seven

Savannah

The spa smells like eucalyptus and money, and I'm pretty sure the robe they hand me costs more than half my closet, which makes me feel out of place before I even sit down.

Harlow loops her arm through mine like she owns me, and honestly, today I let her. Her hair's pulled up, her face bright, and there's a tired softness under her eyes that makes me wanna wrap her up and tell her she's