Chapter Sixty-Eight

Savannah

The reception blurs into a warm, glowing haze of fairy lights and clinking glasses, and I keep touching the ring on my finger like it might disappear if I stop paying attention. The air's cold outside, but inside the tented space near the water, it's warm from heaters and bodies and laughter, and the music turns everything soft around the edges.

Corbin doesn't let go of my hand for long,