Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
Ethan pulled his right hand out of his pocket and pointed at the papers on the floor.
His fingers were shaking slightly.
“We have the marriage certificate,” Ethan said.
“We have the photos of you with Valerie.
We know about the other house.”
Richard looked down at the scattered documents.
He didn’t look panicked.
He looked terribly annoyed, like a regional manager dealing with a slow employee.