doors opened.
Sylvia walked into the ER.
She was wearing her coat.
She lived forty minutes away.
She had driven forty minutes across town at two in the morning.
Not for June.
For Ethan.
She walked directly past me.
She picked up his coat from the chair and shoved it toward him.
“Come on.”
I stared at her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking Ethan home with me. He can sleep in his old room for a few hours before his presentation.”
For a second, I honestly thought I had
