“I know,” Ethan said.

“And that was the moment I realized how wrong I was to let her run our lives.”

We walked back inside toward the corner seating area of the lobby, where the morning sun was pouring through the tall windows onto a wooden table.

“What happened when she told you to call me?” I asked, sitting down carefully on the upholstered bench.

“She tried to rewrite the whole afternoon,” Ethan said.