Ethan clung desperately to his grandfather’s coat and looked directly at his father
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Chapter 13
Mark eventually asked whether he could move back into the east wing.
I said:
“Ask Ethan.”
He looked at me.
“He’s four.”
“Yes.”
“He can’t decide where I live.”
“No.”
I agreed.
“But he can tell you whether he feels safe.”
Difference.
Mark asked.
Ethan said:
“You can sleep here if you don’t lock doors.”
That condition hurt him.
Good.
May you like
He agreed.
Trust returned in child-sized pieces.
