“I haven’t seen my granddaughter in a week, Ethan.”

“We’ll call you Sunday afternoon if we’re free for a short visit,” Ethan said.

“Don’t drive over tonight.”

A sharp, heavy silence stretched across the line from six miles away.

“Are you letting your wife decide when I get to see my family?” Sylvia asked.

I held two stainless steel forks in my right hand, feeling a sudden rush of heat in my chest.

The urge to take the phone out of his hand was strong.