Chapter Ninety-Four

Corbin

Painting a nursery turns into one of those days that sneaks up on you and changes something without making a big announcement.

Savannah wakes up the morning after sentencing looking wrung out, eyes puffy, voice raspy, but there's a strange steadiness in her. Like the monster got put in a cage and her body finally got permission to move forward.

"You still wanna paint?" I ask softly while sh