Rory
I almost didn't answer the phone at 2 a.m., which would have been the second-worst decision I made that week, right behind almost letting my hockey captain kiss me on his own family's balcony.
Sam's name lit up the screen mid-ring, and I grabbed it fast, some old instinct from a lifetime of being the twin who answers first kicking in before my brain fully caught up to being awake.
"It's two in the morning," I rasped, "this better be an emergency or a really good piece of gossip."
"Depends how you define emergency." Sam's voice had the particular flatness she used when she was working hard to sound calmer than she felt. "Kora hasn't left her room in three days."
I sat straight up in the dark, every trace of sleep gone at once. "What? Since when? Why didn't Mom call me?"
"Because
