Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase

“Forget it,” he said.

I put my hand on his arm.

He stepped back, and my hand stayed in the air a second before I brought it down.

“What did he do?” I said.

“Ethan.

What did he do?”

“Ask him what he does with the mail.”

“The mail?”