You do not.

You are sitting here uselessly, destroying your health and your job.”

I took one step forward, holding June firmly against my chest.

June let out a faint, dry whimper, her tiny fingers clutching my collar.

“Ethan,” I said softly, looking directly into his eyes.

“Look at your daughter.”

Ethan glanced down at June’s flushed, heat-struck face, then back at his mother’s iron grip on his sleeve.

“I need you here,” I said.