Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
At six the next morning I took my grandmother’s silver watch from the jewelry box.
I kept it in my coat pocket with my fingers around the band.
The pawn shop on Market opened at nine, and I was parked across the street at eight forty.
At nine ten the man behind the counter slid a gray felt mat toward me.
The drawer underneath stuck, and he thumped it with the heel of his hand.
I set the watch on the felt and turned the clasp toward him.