Chapter Ninety-Seven

Savannah

Pain doesn't feel like a straight line. It feels like a wave that builds and breaks, and right when I think I can breathe again, it rises back up like it heard me getting comfortable.

Corbin times it without turning into a drill sergeant, and I love him for that, because the second a man starts acting like he knows better than my body, my brain wants to run.

"Breathe with me," he says, an