him.
June looked more peaceful.
“She looks better.”
“I think so too.”
Then Ethan became quiet.
“Rachel?”
“Yes?”
“I want to help with your mom.”
I turned toward him.
“My mother?”
“You drive over there twice a week.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never really helped.”
I waited.
“I’ve watched you work, take care of June, and take care of your mother.”
He shook his head.
“That’s basically three full-time jobs.”
“You work too.”
“I know.”
“But not proportionally.”
I almost smiled.
“No.”
“I want to actually be useful.”
“Not look useful.”
“Be
