Chapter 40

Savannah

By the time the coffee finishes dripping Friday morning, I’ve already packed Wyatt’s diaper bag, labeled two containers of baked ziti for Declan and Eden, tucked crackers into the side pocket because toddlers turn on you fast when they get hungry, and answered four texts before the sun clears the roofs across the street.

Corbin comes into the kitchen barefoot and half awake, his hair push