Chapter Seventy-One

Savannah

The first thing I feel when we step off the plane is warmth, thick and soft, like the air wraps around my skin and tells my body it can unclench. Colorado cold has been living in my bones for days, and now Fiji hits me like a blanket, humid, salty, and alive.

Corbin keeps a hand on my back as we walk through the small airport, not pushing, not steering, just there, and I keep reminding my