Ethan's face tightened.
“What?” Martin asked. “You left?”
Before Ethan could answer, Sylvia jumped in.
“Ethan left the emergency room before she was seen.”
“He had to be well-rested for the presentation in the morning,” she said with a smile, like that explained everything.
Rebecca stared at Sylvia. “So he went home?”
“To my house,” Sylvia said. “I picked him up so he could get some sleep.”
Martin looked from Sylvia to Ethan.
I folded my hands in my lap.
For once, I was happy to let Sylvia keep talking.
“So he went home?”
Rebecca looked at Ethan.
"None of this matters," Ethan said. "Nora is fine."
"How would you know?" Martin asked quietly.
Ethan turned red.
Martin set his napkin beside his plate.
“I think we should go.”
"How would you know?"
Ethan stood immediately.
“Martin, wait. This sounds worse than it was.”
Martin looked at him for a long moment.
