Chapter Ninety-One

Savannah

If you had told me a year ago I would be standing in a living room full of green tissue paper and tiny onesies while everyone screams over cupcakes, I would've laughed in your face, then gone back to whatever quiet, predictable life I thought I had.

Now I'm standing in Elowen's living room, and it's packed. Not in the chaotic, overwhelming way where you feel trapped, but in the loud, warm