Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
“The cruise,” I said.
“Were we actually going to board that ship?”
Richard picked up one of the brochures.
He ran his thumb over the picture of the luxury ocean liner.
“A month at sea would have been very good for your mental health,” he said.
“The tickets are entirely nonrefundable.
A full Mediterranean loop.”
“Why did you buy them?” I asked.