Sabrina came back in without knocking, which she's never done, so either the situation had officially upgraded to emergency status or she just decided the normal rules didn't apply anymore. Probably both. She had her phone in one hand and a bundle of clothes in the other — gray t-shirt, jeans — and she dropped them both on the bed without ceremony.
"We need to talk about your name," she said.
"Tyler," I said. "My name is Tyler."
"Your name is currently a liability." She pulled the desk chair around and sat on it. "You can't go around introducing yourself as Tyler Brooks. Not like this."
"I wasn't planning on going around anywhere."
"We're going to the shop." No preamble, no negotiation. Just the shop, said like it was already decided. "So. Name."
I sat up. "Fine. What do you suggest.
