Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
His good watch was gone.
The tan line on his wrist looked like a thin bracelet.
He looked up and saw me, then Ethan.
His mouth opened, then closed.
Ethan stopped walking.
“I’ll wait here,” he said.
“You don’t have to.”
“I’ll wait here.”
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