“I was falling apart.”
She looked ashamed.
“Your dad had left.”
“You barely talked to me.”
“And Ethan was the only person who still seemed able to reach you.”
“What did you do?”
“I asked him to promise me something.”
My stomach tightened.
“What?”
“To keep looking after you.”
I stared.
“You asked Ethan to take care of me?”
“Yes.”
“Mom…”
“I know.”
She wiped another tear.
“I was scared.”
“And he?”
“He just said…”
She smiled weakly.
“‘Okay.’”
Of course he had.
