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

I started to twist the band once, then stopped.

“I need two hundred and forty dollars.”

He looked at me over his glasses.

“This is worth more.”

“I know.”

“I can do two hundred and forty.”

He counted the bills twice and wrote a ticket.

“The ticket is good for thirty days.”