The hospital would not confirm anything.
His mother said Madison was being dramatic.
His father said pregnant women got emotional.
Ethan said less and less.
His flight home landed just after four.
By early evening, he pulled into the driveway and found the house exactly where he had left it.
For one second, that comforted him.
Then he opened the door.
The nursery still had the crib.
The couch still had the folded blanket.
His clothes were still in the closet.
Nothing had been destroyed.
Nothing had been thrown.
That made the emptiness worse.
