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

Down the hall, Ethan was talking to the baby in a low voice.

“You threw Ethan out,” I said.

“You emptied his college fund.

You put us out of our house in the rain.”

“I know what I did.”

“Do you?”

I looked at the courtroom door.

“I used to think compassion made people weak, Richard.