Rory
Sam picked up on the first ring, which told me she'd been half-expecting this call before I'd even dialed.
"Okay, tell me everything," she said, skipping past hello entirely. "Your texts today read like someone narrating a slow-motion car crash."
"That's generous. It felt faster than slow-motion."
"Start from the beginning. Don't skip the parts you think make you look bad. Those are usually the important parts."
I told myself, not for the first time, that I'd chosen the right person to keep this secret with a year ago, back when none of this seemed like it would ever get this complicated.
I walked her through it, sitting cross-legged on my bed with the lights off, the city noise outside my window carrying on with its usual indifference to the fact that my entire chest felt hollo
