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

But it’s all I have left.”

He stared at me.

“That’s not an answer.”

“No,” I said.

“It isn’t.”

The bailiff opened the courtroom door and called our case number.

I looked back.

Ethan had stood up, car seat in one hand, folder under his arm.