Chapter Fifty

Savannah

I can't stop staring at my hand, like the ring might disappear if I blink too long. It catches the headlights, the streetlights, the glow of the dashboard, and every flash of light feels like proof that my life didn't end in that apartment.

Corbin keeps his hand on my thigh while he drives, warm and steady, and every time I tense without meaning to, he adjusts, softening his touch like he