Rory
I called Kora back within ninety seconds of reading her text, my hands shaking hard enough that I fumbled the phone twice before the call connected.
"Tell me everything," I said, skipping past hello entirely, the same way Sam always did with me.
"Okay, don't get too excited, it's not proof of anything." Kora's voice carried a nervous energy I hadn't heard from her in months, something lighter underneath the caution, like she'd finally found a thread worth pulling instead of just surviving another ordinary day. "I've been going through old messages. Deleted stuff, backed up on an old phone I never wiped. There's a name that keeps coming up around that whole period — someone who kept texting me in the weeks before everything happened, asking weirdly specific questions about who I was
