Chapter Seventy-Two

Corbin

Morning in Fiji feels like waking up inside a warm breath. Sunlight spills through the open doors, water shimmering beneath the deck, and the air smells of salt, flowers, and sunscreen that hasn't even been opened yet. Savannah's asleep on her side, hair spread across the pillow, one hand tucked under her cheek and the other resting on her belly like it belongs there, and the sight makes my