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

“Did you close Ethan’s college fund?”

He poured two fingers of something amber and didn’t turn around.

“We reallocated that asset.

It’s in a high-yield bond now.

Better return.”

“When?”

“March.

Before the quarter closed.” He checked his reflection in the dark glass of the china cabinet.