As I rounded the corner near the alcove where the old payphones used to hang, I heard Ethan speaking.

His voice was low, fast, and urgent, echoing softly off the ceramic wall tiles.

I stopped near the drinking fountain, keeping behind the wall edge.

“I am telling you I cannot handle sitting here all night,” Ethan was saying into his phone.

“It is almost two in the morning, the wait time is over two hours, and I am completely wiped out.”

I shifted June to my left arm, pressing her warm forehead against my neck.