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

“All five.”

He signed his name with a flourish and slid the page back.

I pushed the door open.

Richard looked up.

His smile stayed in place for one second, then two, then it came off his face like a price tag.

“Nora.

This is not a good time.”

“It’s nine forty-two,” I said.