Rory
I told him everything, and I told it fast, because slow would have meant stopping to think about what I was giving away, and stopping was the one thing I couldn't afford right now.
The garage felt smaller than it had an hour ago, the rain still drumming steady overhead, the single bulb above the workbench throwing hard shadows across every tool hanging on the wall. Dray hadn't moved from his spot near the door. I hadn't moved from mine near the bike. The whole room felt like it was holding its breath along with both of us, waiting to see which one of us broke the silence first.
My hands were shaking. I noticed it the way you notice things from a distance during an emergency — clinically, almost outside your own body — and pressed them flat against my thighs to stop the tremor befor
