Ethan called back very quickly.
"Honey, what's going on? Are you upset that I haven't come home in so long? I told you I've been swamped. Wait for me. I'll be home tonight."
"Ethan, still putting on a show."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you really have to force me to spell it out for you? You're living a double life. You've been having a grand old time, haven't you?"
"What the hell is going on? Wait for me. I'm coming right over."
"Fine by me."
I hung up and sent him the hospital address.
I was dying to see what new act he'd put on this time.
Ethan showed up in front of me very quickly. He was a completely different sight from the sharp suited Sam I had met just earlier.
The first thing I did was grab his hand and turn it over, looking at it again and again.
Yet there was only the ci
