“It was a hundred and six in the shade outside,” I said.

“The garage was a lot hotter than that.

The air in there felt like an oven.”

Sarah adjusted the digital monitor above the bed and wiped the sweat from Lily’s forehead with a wet sponge.

“Where was the grandmother?” Sarah asked.

“She was supposed to be watching the kids while my wife finished her night shift,” I said, rubbing my knuckles until the skin burned.

The bedside monitor let out three sharp chirps, and Sarah turned to look at the stainless steel wall clock.