“The county clerk will fax a copy to his oil rig office before eight o’clock this morning,” Sarah said.

Dr.

Reed looked down at the signed form and gave a single nod.

“Take him home as soon as the floor pediatrician signs his discharge sheet,” Dr.

Reed said.

“I have to clear her things out of my house first,” I said.

I drove home through a light fog and pulled into my driveway at nine o’clock sharp.

The rain had let up, leaving broad puddles sitting in the low tracks of the gravel.