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

Richard said, “Nora, tell them.

You know I handle the finances.”

I said, “You handled the mail.

You handled the accounts.

You handled me.”

The baby fussed again.

The green pacifier slipped from her mouth and rolled across the mahogany table.

Richard watched it stop by his coffee cup.