Kept emergency folders.
Made lists for my lists.
Ethan had skipped all of that and gone straight to:
She needs help. I have something valuable. I can help.
It wasn’t financially perfect.
But it was painfully sincere.
“Are you angry?” he finally asked.
I looked at him.
“I’m shocked.”
His shoulders dropped.
“And yes, I’m upset that you sold something that expensive without telling me.”
He nodded.
