Rory
Three days passed before I told anyone but Sam I'd actually accepted the internship, which is a genuinely absurd amount of time to sit on news I'd already made irreversible, but apparently my capacity for delayed reckoning knew no limits.
I told myself the delay was strategic. I told myself I needed time to think through how to frame it to Jarvis, to figure out the right moment to mention it to Dray without seeming too eager, too calculated, too anything that might tip either of them off to how carefully I'd actually thought this through. I told myself several convincing things over those three days, and every single one of them was, on some level, a lie I was telling myself the same practiced way I told lies to everyone else.
The truth was simpler and less flattering. I wasn't sta
