I went back to the kitchen because the pan was still on the stove.

Ethan came out at twenty past eight with the duffel over one shoulder and his phone in his other hand.

I went after him.

The driveway was still wet from the night before.

Across the street, the gas station sign said three dollars even.

“Ethan. Ethan, wait.”

He put the bag in the trunk of the old sedan with the dent in the rear door and closed it.

“Your father says he packed that last night.