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

“Why are there hospital bills with your name on them, Richard?” I asked.

“I need you to tell me why your name is on these bills.”

He set his wet umbrella in the ceramic stand by the coat rack.

He unbuttoned his suit jacket with perfectly steady hands.

“Corporate liability is complex, Nora.

You are getting worked up over standard asset management.”

“There’s a baby on our sofa,” I said.

Ethan took a half step forward.