“Before the sun went down,” he said.

“I asked for dinner ’cause my tummy hurt, but she said her friends were coming and she didn’t have time for a whiny baby.”

I reached back and rested my hand lightly on his cold knee.

He’d been out in that rain for over four hours while people drank wine thirty feet away on the back patio.

I dragged my thumb across my knuckles and felt the familiar tight pulse in my wrist that meant my prison training was taking over.

I wasn’t angry yet.