Chapter Eight-Four

Corbin

Savannah shakes so hard in the passenger seat that the seat belt rattles, and it takes everything in me not to pull the car over and rage at the sky like that'd fix anything. I keep my hands steady on the wheel, because she needs steady, and the roads are slick with winter grit even though the sun's out, because Colorado loves throwing surprises.

The moment we get home, I guide her inside,