Instead, his mother folded her arms. “Women relocate while pregnant all the time. This isn’t the 1950s.”
His father stopped pacing and pointed at me. “You’re trapping him in mediocrity.”
Ethan stepped between us. “That’s not fair.”
“What’s unfair,” his mother said coldly, “is watching our son give up everything we worked for. For what? A cramped apartment and a wife who’s a teacher?”
Ethan tried to explain. “We wanted our child to grow up knowing you—”
His father cut him off. “Family is legacy. It’s building something that lasts.”
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