His voice was quiet, flat, and completely unhurried.

“I need to get back to my family now.

Goodnight.”

He hung the receiver back on the wall cradle without slamming it.

He stood there for a moment, his palm resting against the cold wall, watching the steam rise from the pot.

“Did I say that right?” he asked, turning around to face me.

“You said what needed to be said,” I replied.

“She called twice yesterday while you were at the clinic,” Ethan said.