Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
“Do you have a towel?” he asked.
“Hall closet.
Top shelf.”
He came back with the blue one and rubbed his hair.
“You still fold them the same way.”
He picked up the suitcase and walked past me.
His shoes left wet prints on the wood.
In the living room he knelt on the rug and laid the suitcase flat.