Chapter Sixty-Four

Savannah

Garrett's office smells like burnt coffee and paper, and I sit on the edge of the chair with my hand resting over my belly, because the baby's movement keeps pulling me back to the present.

Beckett sits across from me in plain clothes, posture still all detective, even when he's trying to look like he belongs in a lawyer's office, and Garrett leans against the desk with a legal pad like h