Chapter Fifty-Five

Corbin

Savannah hands me the receipt like it's a weapon, like it's proof she didn't let the past swallow her whole, and I swear I feel something in my chest crack open like a window after a long winter. I've been proud of her a thousand times since April, proud of how she survives, proud of how she keeps showing up even when her body screams at her to hide, but this is different.

This is her choos