Rory’s POV

I picked up the phone and dialed my Grandmother’s number. I hoped she wouldn’t be at one of her clubs or something.

“Hello?” she called, sounding a bit grumbled.

“Hey Grandma, it’s Rory. How are you? Happy Birthday!” I replied. I twirled the pencil around on the desk, trying to make it stand on the point.

“Oh, hi, sweetie. Thank you so much.”

I could tell from her tone that I had either woken her up or ...