Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
My wrist felt bare where the silver watch used to sit.
The conference room door stood open six inches.
Richard sat at the head of the mahogany table with a blue pen in his hand and a paper cup of coffee at his elbow.
Two men in gray suits sat across from him with a stack of forms between them.
A man from the regional office tapped the top page.
“This release covers the Oakmont Holdings trust accounts, correct?”
Richard checked his reflection in the window.