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

The paper felt thick and official under my fingers.

“Did he know you took her?” I asked.

“Did you see your father at the agency?”

“No,” Ethan said.

“Chloe told me the address.

It was in a concrete strip mall near the highway.

The sign just said Guardian Services.

I walked in right when they were changing shifts.”