“That is enough, Mom,” Ethan said.

Sylvia jerked back an inch, her mouth popping open in surprise.

“I am defending you, Ethan.”

“You are not defending me,” Ethan said, his voice flat and steady, stripped of its usual trailing tone.

“You are trying to break my marriage because I refused to leave this hospital with you.”

“I saved you four hundred dollars a month!” Sylvia hissed, taking a step toward him with her hand outstretched.

“I covered for you when you were crying on the phone!”