« I know. »
« Major surgery. »
« I know, Mom. »
I knew that tone. Ethan used it when he’d already made up his mind and was only deciding how much of the reason he was willing to give me.
« Major surgery. »
That was when I stopped arguing long enough to look at him.
« Whose little girl needs a kidney? » I asked.
Ethan sat across from me and pulled out his phone.
A picture filled the screen. A little girl with brown curls sat in a hospital bed wearing purple pajamas. There were tubes taped to her arm, but she was smiling at whoever had taken the picture.
« Whose little girl needs a kidney? »
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