Rory
Kora called at an hour that immediately told me something was wrong, because my sister had never once in her life voluntarily woken up before ten unless the reason was significant enough to justify it.
"I heard about the hit," she said, before I'd even fully gotten a hello out, her voice tight with a worry that had traveled hundreds of miles to reach me. "Someone posted a clip. You went down and didn't get up for almost two minutes, Rory, why didn't you call me?"
"I'm fine. Mild concussion, I'm resting, I didn't want you to worry."
"I'm your twin. Worrying about you is basically a biological function at this point, you don't get to opt me out of it." Her voice cracked slightly, and underneath the worry I could hear something else, something that had been building for a while and h
