He did not touch the phone or attempt to move it away from the light.

“She called twice while I was at the clinic,” Ethan said plainly, his voice remaining level.

“She wants to know if she can bring over a tray of baked pasta tomorrow afternoon.”

“What did you tell her?” I asked.

Ethan tapped the screen with his index finger, turning the ringer to silent while the call continued to flash without an answer.

“I told her no,” Ethan said, looking up from the phone.