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

Eight hundred and sixty dollars.

I put the envelope on the table between us before Marcus had his coat off.

He looked at it instead of at me.

“What’s this?”

“Six hundred and forty dollars,” I said.

“It’s a retainer.”

Marcus slid one finger under the flap, then stopped.

“Nora, I work legal aid.