“Did I ask you to leave?”

Well, no, he didn’t. But I didn’t think I’d have to ask permission from him like a child. Ethan left, so why couldn’t I also leave?

“Um... I... Ethan left... so I thought we were done here,” I squeaked out, looking anywhere but at him.

I’d spent over an hour with him investigating a false lead, extremely uncomfortable and anxious, and having to deal with a memory that I’d have been better ...