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

Ethan flinched and looked at the bundle of blankets.

He shifted his weight toward the sofa.

“She’s hungry,” Ethan said.

“We need to go to the store.”

Richard held his phone up.

His thumb hovered over the keypad.

“Here is the restructured arrangement,” Richard said.

“You and the boy will walk out that front door right now.