I stepped toward him. “Dr. Keller will finish your evaluation,” I told Ethan. “He’s one of the best cardiologists in the city.”

Ethan’s gaze stayed on me. “I’m not leaving without speaking to you.”

“You may not be leaving at all if you keep refusing medical care.”

That brought the faintest trace of the man I remembered to his face. “You always did know how to win an argument.”

“This isn’t an argument.”

“No,” he said. “I suppose it’s eight years too late for that.”