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

So I walked down the hall alone.

Richard stood.

He didn’t try to shake my hand.

He glanced at the dark window beside the courtroom door, found his reflection, and looked away.

“Nora.

You look well.”

“They froze everything the Friday of the audit,” I said.

“Before noon.”