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

He nodded as if I had told him the weather.

“My lawyer says the house will be tied up for months.”

“Temporary order.

It’s mine until the divorce.”

“I’m not fighting you on the house.”

That stopped me.

He had fought me on everything else.

“What do you want, Richard?”