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

“Say it out loud,” I said.

“Final.” His jaw worked.

“She’s ours.”

I called Marcus and put him on speaker while the baby took her bottle on Ethan’s shoulder.

“The insurance man,” I said.

“Chloe says he’s asking about the funeral.”

Marcus clicked his pen.

“That’s the bank’s claims examiner.