“Caleb! Are you decent?”
I breathed an irritated sigh and grumbled, “Yeah, decently behind schedule.”
“What was that?”
I sighed again. “Yeah, Evey. Come in.”
Moments later, my youngest sister popped her head through my door and looked around the room, blue eyes wide. “Is this a bad time?”
“Yes.”
She stepped inside anyway and closed the door behind her. “I just came to talk for a minute.”
“Well, a minute is all you have. I need to get to the lab.”
She looked around again at the papers, notebooks, and thick texts littering the floor before carefully picking her way through the mess to my bed. “What’s goin’ on with you, Caleb?”
“I spent too much time down by French Broad River collecting samples, and then there was an accident on the highway coming home, so by the time I got here–”
