Chapter 53

Corbin

By the second week of January, I know something's off with my wife.

Not bad off or *emergency-room, call-Declan, somebody-grab-Wyatt off the counter* off. Just different, and with Savannah I know the difference between tired, pissed, overstimulated, and trying too hard to act like nothing's going on.

This is the last one. I clock it before dawn when she comes into the kitchen barefoot and h