“What am I supposed to eat?”
“There are noodles in the cabinet.”
Claire looked at the baby.
“Please leave the quilt. The bedroom gets cold.”
“We need it for Ben,” Brooke replied.
From the hallway, little Ben appeared with his backpack.
“Mom, I don’t need that blanket,” he said. “Aunt Claire can keep it.”
Brooke told him not to interfere.
Ben hesitated and looked toward the bassinet.
“I thought Aunt Claire and Lily were coming with us.”
“This is an adults-only situation,” Diane said.
Ben frowned.
“But I’m not an adult.”
Jason laughed.
Diane did not.
As she carried the last bag toward the door, she said the words Ethan would remember for a long time.
“Claire can cry all she wants. Ethan has always chosen us, and he always will.”
Ethan paused the video.
He sat alone in the dark kitchen, staring at the frozen image of his mother.
