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

The light over my head clicked and went out.

I stood in the dark with the paper in my hand and listened to the refrigerator hum through the wall.

I let myself back in and set the envelope on the counter under the lamp.

The policy had a payment stub stapled to it, and beside the stub someone had written a phone number in pencil and underlined it twice.

The area code was ours.