I thought about what to say. Ethan and I weren’t enemies. We weren’t anything, really. He’d never been cruel to me. He’d just never noticed that our parents were. He grew up in sunlight and assumed I did too.
“I just returned something that was his,” I said.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I am.”
Pause. “Are you still here? Come back in. They’re about continue reading …
