Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
He was waiting.
For a second I thought about all the things I could say to Richard.
The second house.
The forged ledgers.
The year Ethan spent on the street.
I could have made him smaller than he already looked.
Richard’s hand came up, not to touch me, just to hold the air between us.
“Nora, please.”
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