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

Then he set the suitcase down and passed her over.

She weighed less than a bag of sugar.

Her blanket smelled like hospital soap and rain.

Her hand came out of the fold and closed around my collar.

“Ethan.”

“Not yet,” he said.

“Living room.

Then I’ll show you.”