Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
Her hand was warm and dry.
I wanted to pull mine back, but I didn’t.
Richard’s phone buzzed again against the sideboard.
He reached over and turned it off without looking at it.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“I didn’t mean to spoil dinner.”
“You didn’t spoil anything,” Richard said.
“You’re tired.”