“Ethan.”
He met my eyes.
Then his gaze shifted toward the phone still resting in my hand.
He said quietly, “They’re people from the hospital who still act normal around me.”
Chris blinked. “Weird?”
Ethan immediately looked sorry.
“I didn’t mean bad weird, Dad.”
“What kind of weird, Captain?” I asked.
He stared at the plastic field.
“Dad pauses games to check if I’m tired.”
Chris started to respond.
Ethan continued.
“And you take pictures when I’m eating cereal, Mom.”
I looked down at my phone.
Ethan added, “You saved
