Chapter Eighty-Five

Savannah

I wake up with the kind of exhaustion that doesn't sit in my muscles, it sits behind my eyes, heavy and sour, like my brain spent all night chewing on fear and didn't even have the decency to swallow. The room's still dim, winter light leaking through the blinds in thin gray lines, and Corbin breathes deeply beside me, arm curved around my middle like he's trying to keep me anchored to th