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

I hung up and put the phone in my apron pocket.

I walked back into the dining room with the clean plates stacked on my arm.

The director’s wife was talking about a cruise she had taken to Alaska.

Richard nodded and refilled her water.

“Richard,” I said.

“Do you know a house in Harlow?”

The table went quiet.

The director set down his fork.