Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
It was a homeowner’s policy.
Annual premium six hundred and forty dollars.
Renewed every July.
The property listed was 418 Linden Court, and it was not a house I had ever set foot in.
I read the address again.
Our house is on Elm Street and was paid off in 2008.
The insured line carried his name.
The mailing address was a post office box, number 218, written in a slant that was not mine and not his.
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