Chapter 4

Ethan came home that evening. 

He took off his shoes, picked up the remote, and turned on the television as though everything were normal. 

As though a crib hadn’t disappeared from our home. 

As though our child hadn’t disappeared with it. 

“Are you hungry?” I asked from the kitchen doorway. “I can heat up some soup.” 

He glanced at me. 

“Your mom leaves, and suddenly you’re acting normal again?”