“It says three times a day, exactly every eight hours.”

“Eight in the morning, four in the afternoon, and midnight,” I said, my voice flat and empty of any emotion.

Ethan pulled out his yellow pad again and drew three neat check boxes next to those exact times.

“I’ll go to the twenty-four-hour pharmacy on Main Street right now and get it before eight,” Ethan said, looking at me as if waiting for some sign of approval.

I turned toward the automatic sliding glass doors leading out to the parking lot, ignoring what he had said completely.