“I’m turning off my work phone until tomorrow morning.”

“Ethan, don’t hang up on me,” Alan said.

“Think about your position.”

Ethan reached down with one finger and tapped the red disconnect button on the glass.

The call ended with a dull chime.

He stood still beside the table for three seconds, staring at the black screen lying next to June’s bottle of liquid amoxicillin.

“He’s going to hold that against you,” I said.

“Let him,” Ethan said.