“Look, she’s just posing for a picture,” he said.

“You’re twisting everything she does into some kind of attack.”

I rubbed my collarbone again, pressing hard into the skin.

“She changed the hotel rooms without my permission,” I said.

“She took the custom rings without asking.”

“And she explained all of that,” Ethan said.

“She’s trying to help us manage a complicated week.”

He turned the steering wheel sharply and pulled into our driveway.