“He’s a good young man.”

I touched my collarbone.

The chill from that freezing hose seemed to have sunk deep into my joints, even after the hot shower I’d taken the night before.

“Look, Vanessa sent me eighty-four texts overnight,” Ethan said.

“She called my cell twenty-two times before three in the morning.”

“Did you answer a single one?” I asked.

“Look, I didn’t read one word,” Ethan said.

“I deleted the whole thread.