I held the invoice in my left hand, my thumb pressing hard against my silver wedding band until the metal felt cold against my skin.

“Ethan,” I said quietly.

He did not turn his head.

He was staring straight ahead at the double entrance doors, his right heel bouncing in a rapid, relentless rhythm against the linoleum.

I carefully refolded the paper and slid it back into the front pocket of his messenger bag, right where I found it.

I pulled the zipper closed, reached into the side mesh pouch, and pulled out the blue rubber pacifier.

I pressed the pacifier gently between June’s lips.