Erik
“No offense, but you are the last person I expected to show up at my door,” I remarked as I stepped aside to let her in.
“I know,” Samantha replied as she entered my apartment. “But I’ve got so much going on in my head…” her voice trailed off as I watched her head straight for my kitchen. I grabbed the t-shirt I had thrown over the stool earlier and slipped it on.
“What time is it?” I mumbled as I looked around for my phone.
“Almost noon,” she replied. I glanced over to see her setting up the coffee machine. I nodded, even though she had her back to me, and climbed up onto the barstool as I watched her.
“Talk to me, Sam,” I urged. I had probably gotten four hours of sleep since coming home from the hospital, but I had a feeling my sister hadn’t slept at all.
“I know you’ve bee
