So I called him.
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"Hi, Mom," he answered cheerfully.
"Ethan, could you drive me into the city?" I asked.
"Right now?"
"Yes. I urgently need to stop by a pharmacy."
He hesitated for a second.
"Of course. I'll be there in 20 minutes."
The ride into the city felt endless.
Ethan chatted casually while driving, completely unaware of the storm inside my head.
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"You've been quiet," he noticed at one point.
"I'm just tired," I replied softly.
When we reached downtown, I gave him directions that led us closer to the hotel.
Instead of pointing toward a pharmacy, I said, "Pull up near that hotel."
Ethan frowned but did not question me.
He parked the car along the curb and turned off the engine.
"Mom, why are we here?"
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"You'll see."
My heart was pounding as we stepped inside the building.
The hotel lobby was bright and elegant. The scent of polished wood and fresh flowers filled the air.
