Maggie has been waiting for a call from the FCC. The only reason she thinks we might get away with it is because it was after ten p.m. And I interrupted halfway through with an emergency weather update.” Interrupted is a polite way to describe how he burst into the booth, ripped the microphone from in front of me, and started talking about low-pressure systems. I rub my hand over my jaw. “You said there were storms rolling in. There weren’t any storms.” “Because I lied,” he whisper-yells. “You made me lie about the weather, Aiden.”
