“Just let me inside.”
I stepped aside immediately.
Ethan entered without another word.
The moment I closed the door, he turned toward me.
Then he said something I never expected.
“Lock it.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“Please. Lock the door.”
Something in his expression made me obey.
I turned the deadbolt.
Then Ethan lowered his voice.
“Don’t tell Dad I’m here.”
My heart began pounding.
“Ethan, what is going on?”
He looked toward the windows as though he expected someone to appear outside.
“Promise me.”
“Promise you what?”
“That you won’t call him.”
I looked again at the newborn in his arms.
“Ethan, you vanished for a year and came home carrying a baby. You have to tell me what happened.”
His expression changed.
