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

The zipper was split at one corner.

He worked it open with two fingers.

“You should sit,” he said.

“I’ll stand.”

“Sit down, Mom.”

I sat on the edge of the sofa.

The baby turned her face into my shoulder and made a wet sound.

I patted her back through the blanket.