Chapter Ninety-Eight

Corbin

I have seen hard things. I have seen blood. I have seen people at their worst.

Nothing prepares me for watching Savannah bring our son into the world.

Her face stays flushed, hair damp against her temples, eyes wild with pain and determination. She grips my hand like she might break something, but if breaking my hand helps her, she can have both.

"You're doing it," I tell her, because words