didn’t sign up for this.”
“He didn’t.”
“He became a father.”
“That is different—”
“There is no version of fatherhood that excludes sitting in an emergency room at two in the morning when your infant has a dangerous fever.”
“He has responsibilities.”
“Yes.”
I nodded toward June.
“She is one of them.”
“You can handle this.”
“Yes.”
That answer seemed to surprise her.
“I can handle it.”
I lowered my voice.
“I have been handling most of it for four months.”
Sylvia glanced at Ethan.
“I am not asking him
