Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
For putting his bag by the door before breakfast?”
“For not handing him a soft life.”
I asked him again.
My voice went small, and I asked him again anyway.
“Richard.
What did he do?”
“He got comfortable,” Richard said.
He kissed my cheek, told me to have a good day, and the latch clicked behind him.