I Let My Father Hear From My Lawyer Before He Heard From Me

coffee.

Cold by then.

Ethan stood near the sink in his work clothes, tie half-done, watching me the way people watch a stove when they think something might boil over.

“You really sent them all?” he asked.

“I sent everyone who touched it.”

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something careful and reasonable. Then thought better of it.

Good.

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