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

“Meatloaf?”

“Meatloaf.”

“Good.” He turned a page.

“I am securing our future, Nora.

Try to understand high finance before you panic.”

I ran water over a plate that was already clean.

In the dining room he turned another page, and I stood there with the plate in my hand and waited for him to fall asleep.

The garage smelled of gasoline and grass seed.