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

I turned off the water.

“There’s a second page on the deed,” Marcus said.

He clicked his pen.

“I’ll know more tomorrow.”

“An investment,” I said.

“Could it be an investment?”

“Not the way you’d want it to be.”

Richard’s laugh came through the wall, loud and easy.