Everly's POV
"Why are we here?" Ian questioned as he looked out the window at the tall building in front of us.
I tapped Sam's shoulder so he opened his eyes to look at me. I pointed to the door, letting him know we were getting out. He hadn't bothered to turn his hearing aids back on and honestly, with Ian's never-ending criticisms the entire ride there, I was wishing I had a pair to switch off myself.
The fact that he continued to leave them off didn't bother me anyway, seeing as how he could read lips very well and we could have conversations just fine without a problem. He also knew sign language, of course, but since I didn't know nearly as much as he did, it was easier for us to communicate in other ways.
Plus, I figured at this particular point in time, Sam didn't want to use si
