Damien’s POV
I took the phone. Nora stood in the doorway with her face doing the specific nothing it did when she was managing something significant. I held the handset and looked at it for half a second — the clinic's main line, which meant Iris had called the front desk and asked to be connected, which meant Iris had done a thing that required knowing the clinic existed and finding the number and dialing it — and then I put it to my ear.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi." Bright and immediate, no preamble. The voice of a child who had placed the call with a specific purpose and was ready to execute it. "I didn't say goodnight."
"I know," I said. "I noticed."
A brief pause — she was verifying that this was being taken seriously. "So I'm saying it now."
"Okay."
"Goodnight," she said.
"Goodnigh
