Ethan jerked his hands up, shoving the smartphone flat between his right thigh and the plastic center console.

“It is just a quick email,” he said, his words coming out in a fast, trailing rush.

“I am sending a note to my work team regarding tomorrow’s schedule.”

“At midnight?” I said, staring at the back of his neck.

“Alan checks his inbox all night,” Ethan said, staring straight ahead through the water streaks on the windshield.

“I had to give them a heads up in case we are stuck here in the waiting room.”

“You are driving our sick child to the hospital,” I said, watching his shoulders stay hunched forward.