Rory
Sam knew something was wrong before I'd said a single word, which was either impressive best-friend intuition or proof that I am, in fact, extremely bad at hiding things over the phone.
"You sound different," she said, barely thirty seconds into the call, cutting straight through my attempt at a normal morning greeting. "Different how — okay, hold on, let me guess. Something happened with one of the brothers."
"Why would you assume that."
"Because it's always one of the brothers lately, Rory. That's not an insult, it's just an observation about the current state of your life." A pause, the sound of her settling somewhere quieter, bracing for whatever was coming. "Talk to me. What happened."
I told her — the hit, the blackout, Jarvis showing up at my door at eleven at night, the t
