BRUSHING HIS HAND ALONG his jaw, Rory said, "That was short and fast. Right?"
There was no reply.
Glancing at Holly, he realized she was just sitting there, with a look on her face that told him something was wrong. "Holly? What is it?"
She just sat there, motionless.
Sitting forward, Rory reached out, "Holly–?"
Holly reacted by pulling back and away.
Setting his coffee on the desk, Rory turned to her, "Holly, what's wrong? Talk to me."
Crossing her arms over her chest, Holly looked like she was about to cry.
"You recognized the voice, didn't you?"
Holly let out a shuddering breath. Her whole world looked to be crumbling.
"Talk to me," Rory said gently, trying to reach her. "Who is it–?"
Roughly wiping away a tear, Holly sat forward, hands on the keyboard again, "No. There has t
