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His voice got louder, echoing a little through my phone’s tiny speaker.
“I’m only trying to understand what’s going on,” I said.
“There’s nothing for you to understand,” Ethan said.
“You need to stop asking questions right now.”
“I won’t ignore my own instincts,” I said.
“Something’s wrong here.”
“You raised me to stand on my own,” Ethan said.
“And now you won’t let me make my own decisions.”