Chapter Sixty-Six

Savannah

Wedding morning hits like a wave the second I open my eyes, and the room in this little lodge feels too bright, too alive, like the universe decided to turn the volume up on purpose. My hand goes to my belly before my brain even catches up, because that's become instinct, check in, hello, are you okay, are we okay, and the baby answers with a slow shift that drags a small smile out of me.