Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
The floorboards creaked under his heavy boots.
“Don’t speak to her,” Ethan said.
Richard gave a dry, humorless chuckle.
He walked into the living room and stopped by the edge of the glass coffee table.
“You always were dramatic, Ethan.
A complete failure to understand the big picture.”
I pointed to the glossy travel brochures still sitting on the wooden side table.
The picture of the white ship looked ridiculous next to the pile of medical bills.
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