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

“What home?”

“He never said.” She bit her lip.

“I thought it was sad.”

I thought of Richard’s clean shirts and the way he checked the hall clock before he left for work.

I didn’t say anything.

“What about the baby?” I asked.

“He took her.

He said he had a place for her.