“Is it hypothermia, then?” I asked.

“Mild for now, but his core temperature is down and he has signs of physical restraint,” Dr.

Reed said, her hand staying steady on Benji’s shoulder.

“I’m filing a mandatory protective hold with county child welfare as soon as we’re on board.”

I turned back toward the house.

Through the bright glass of the sliding kitchen door, Jaclyn was pouring herself another glass of wine, entirely unaware of the doctor standing in the driveway.

“Can I ride up front with him?” I asked.