He apologized later, but I never asked for his help again.
Yet he never seemed to tire of caring for Lily, even using his grandfather's funeral as an excuse.
In the car, I closed my eyes and rested, not saying a word.
Ethan didn't try to console me, probably thinking I'd get over it soon, just like before.
When we got home, I walked in to find Lily wearing a nightgown, holding a spatula, coming out of the kitchen.
"You're back! Dinner is almost ready," she said with a smile, grabbing a tissue to wipe the sweat off her nose, then reaching up to dab the sweat off Ethan's forehead like a perfect wife.
It seemed they had been living together while I was in the hospital.
"Lily gets scared being home alone, so I..." Ethan started to explain.
In the past, I would have exploded in a fight with Ethan, but now I just nodded slightly, ignoring his excuses, and wheeled myself straight to the bedroom.
Behind me, I heard Lily's sweet, pitiful voice. "Ethan, is Emma mad again?"
She always played the victim, looking so delicate and mistreated.
"It's fine, she'll calm down soon," Ethan reassured her patiently, spouting his usual lines.
I smirked and shut myself in the bedroom.