Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
Richard stopped at the closet and took his coat off the hanger.
“Because you’d have argued.”
“You packed it last night.”
“I packed it last night.”
“While I was at Susan’s.”
“While you were at Susan’s.”
That was how he did it, repeating my words back until they belonged to him.
“He’s nineteen,” I said.