“You told me for four months that you were doing half the domestic work while I ran myself into the ground taking care of June and my mother.

Since your mother was paying someone else to clean our house, you now have the time.”

Ethan lowered his eyes to the amoxicillin bottle sitting on the table between us.

“What if Alan refuses to take the call?”

“You are a thirty-three-year-old man with a college degree and a sick four-month-old child,” I said.

“You tell him you are staying home.

It is not a request.”