“He got into his car and drove back to work like nothing happened.”

I picked up a glossy brochure for a high-end daycare center that had been shoved into the side pocket.

It had been folded perfectly in half.

“I went in right after he left,” Ethan said.

“I told the front desk I was her older brother.

I said there had been a terrible mistake with the custody filing and my father was confused.”

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and adjusted the edge of the yellow hospital blanket so it covered the baby’s feet.