“Your four-month-old daughter was in the emergency room, Ethan.”
He didn't need to say anything else.
“Martin, wait. This sounds worse than it was.”
Rebecca came around the table and touched my arm.
“I'm glad she's doing better.”
“Thank you.”
The dinner Ethan had begged me to save was over.
The minute the door shut behind them, Ethan turned on me.
“Do you have any idea what you just did to me?”
“I think we should go.”
There it was again.
His presentation.
His boss.
His dinner. His reputation. His stress.
I picked up my purse.
Ethan stared at me. “That's it? You humiliated me in front of my boss, and now you're just going to leave?”
There it was again.
“Not exactly. I'll be in touch once I've filed for divorce.”
Sylvia stepped forward.
“You're insane! I was only trying to help my son.”
And that was the problem.
