I’ve been lazy and selfish for four months.”

I didn’t reach across the table to touch his shoulder.

I didn’t hand him a paper towel or tell him it was going to be okay.

“Are you calling Alan Vance at eight o’clock?” I asked.

Ethan wiped his face with the back of his sleeve and looked up at me.

“Yes.”

“And your mother?”

“Yes,” he said clearly.