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

“What semester bill?”

He moved the duffel bag an inch closer to Ethan’s chair, the way he arranged place cards at the bank dinners.

“He knows,” Richard said.

Ethan chewed and looked at the clock over the stove, then at me, and the look asked me to leave it alone.

I didn’t leave it alone.

“Where is he supposed to go?” I asked.

“Richard.