“June’s lab results are coming back in fifteen minutes, Sylvia,” I said.

“She is not leaving this room.”

Sylvia opened her leather purse and pulled out a folded piece of white printer paper.

“I came prepared for everything,” Sylvia said, handing the paper to Ethan.

“I spent three hours yesterday calling private agencies.”

Ethan took the paper and unspooled it with both hands.

“What is this?” Ethan asked.

“It is a schedule for home health aides,” Sylvia said, turning her shoulder toward me.