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

“It’s closed, Nora. March third.”

“Closed how?”

“Mr.

Richard came in and closed it himself.

Eighteen thousand two hundred and forty dollars.

It went out as a cashier’s check.”

I turned my watch band around my wrist until the silver pinched.

“Did he say why?”