Chapter Ninety-Five

Savannah

My ankles look like somebody swapped my feet out for overfilled water balloons overnight, and the worst part is that I can't even be dramatic about it because Corbin sees it the second I shuffle into the kitchen, and his face does that soft, careful thing he does when he wants to help but won't make me feel like I'm made of glass.

"Sit," he says, and he doesn't bark it, he says it like