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

The cabinet.

I kept the dust cloth moving over the desk.

“I did not know they were auditing.”

“Routine.

Friday the fourteenth.” He said it to the screen, not to me.

“I need a clear head in this house until then.”

“I have a clear head.”

“Then why are your gardening gloves on the dining table?” He didn’t wait for an answer.