the wall separating the kitchen from the dining room.
They were discussing renovations.
In my house.
While my wife had been left standing outside the gate.
The moment Ethan noticed us, his expression changed.
“Dad?”
Ashley quickly lowered the measuring tape.
Ethan glanced between us.
“Listen, we need to have a conversation.”
I placed Linda’s grocery bag carefully on the counter.
Then I faced my son.
“No, Ethan,” I said. “You’ve done enough talking for one evening.”
I pulled out a chair for Linda.
“Now you’re going to listen.”
Ashley
