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

We passed David’s window.

He cleared his throat and tapped his knuckles twice on the counter, then looked at the baby.

“She has your son’s chin,” he said.

Then he looked like he wished he hadn’t spoken.

Ethan let the baby hold his thumb.

“She has my father’s chin,” he said.

David’s face went still.

I kept walking.