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

He opened the car door.

“Come back inside,” I said.

“Come inside and we’ll sit down, and I’ll talk to him tonight.

I will.

Just come inside.”

“I’m not coming back inside.”

“Don’t do this to me over a fight with your father.”

He got in, pulled the door shut, and rolled the window down two inches, the way he does when the handle sticks.