I take in his familiar voice, the rain against my skin, the feeling of my body sinking into the ground, the sudden dizziness in my head, and try to make sense of what’s happening. As strange as this all seems, I can’t help asking, “Is this … really you, Sam?” “It’s me,” he says, and laughs a little. “I thought I’d never hear from you again. I thought you might have forgotten about me.” “How am I talking to you?” “You called me.” His voice is as calm as water. “And I picked up. Like I always do.”
