My Sister's Keeper
I unbuttoned my right sleeve and pulled it up.
Sam called Danny down from upstairs and scrawled in his notepad while photos were taken of my face and hands. “Sam, I know it sounds improbable, but I swear it’s the truth. I blacked out around ten and when I came to, I was lying on my deck in the rain. I have no idea what happened after I passed out, how I got home, what time I got home, or how that flashlight got under that seat cushion.” Sam said nothing, just dissected me with his eyes. The clock on the microwave read 6:10 p.m. I sighed, “How much longer is this going to take? I’ve got a rehearsal at seven.”
Sam dropped onto a stool at the counter and flipped through his notes. “You can leav
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