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

The baby stirred, and I put the pacifier in her mouth.

She took it and settled.

I lifted the edge of the blanket.

A plastic bracelet hung loose around her ankle.

Kessler, Baby Girl, in blue letters.

Ethan looked away.

“Where did you get her?” I asked.

“Not yet.”