Twelve Months Later, Ethan Came Back With a Sleeping Newborn and a Broken Suitcase
“Papers from where?”
“From his desk.
Before he packed up the nursery.” She glanced at the house next door.
A screen door banged.
She picked up the watering can and stepped back.
“I don’t know where the baby is,” she said.
“He said he had a place.”
She went up the walk without looking back.