Ethan stared at the yellow paper for five full seconds without moving a muscle.

He lifted his thumb and brushed the corner of the sticky note, reading the notes for Wednesday too.

“You wrote down every time I called you from my desk,” Ethan said.

“I keep track of my son’s well-being,” Sylvia said.

“Because nobody else in your house seems to notice how close you are to a breakdown.”

Ethan let go of the paper and took a step back toward the exam table.

“You’re keeping a record of my calls,” Ethan said.