Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
“Richard?”
Richard didn’t answer.
David knocked once on the doorframe and came in without waiting.
He cleared his throat and tapped the doorframe with his knuckles.
“Sir, I need to correct the record on the March third transfer.”
The director turned.
“Go ahead.”
David kept his eyes on the table.