Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
I pulled the heavy front door shut behind us.
I stood on the porch with my son and the baby, listening to the rain hit the aluminum gutters.
The heavy deadbolt slid into place from the inside.
I walked off the porch and down the dark driveway without looking back at the house.
The heavy rain soaked right through my wool coat before we even reached my car parked on the street.
I opened the passenger door and helped Ethan settle into the seat with the baby held tight against his chest.
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