Ethan raised his hand to cut me off.

“Look, that’s enough,” Ethan said.

“If you can’t be happy for us, maybe you should just head home.”

He opened the passenger door for Vanessa.

She slipped into the seat, smoothing her skirt over her knees.

Ethan went around to the driver’s side.

He didn’t look back at me before starting the car.

I stood by myself on the warm concrete.