Declan

“Hello?” Sam’s deep baritone rang out from the other end of the phone.

“Sam, it’s me, Declan Pierce.”

There was a long pause. “What do you want? Calling to gloat? Tell me you told me so?”

I cleared my throat to clear away the lump there, but it didn’t do any good. From the tone of his voice, Sam loved her, too. “No, nothing like that.” I switched ears, prolonging the inevitable. “Sam, I hate to say this, but I have some bad ...