My Ex's Brother

I looked at Rory and my chest did something complicated. Gratitude, and fear, and a third thing I did not have a name for.
I did not want his pity. Pity was a coin people tossed at me without slowing down. His voice did not sound like pity.
Rory
You don't have to stand in this room. Not for one more minute.
End of Chapter 2
