I drove back to Willow with the radio off.

It took two trips up the stairs, Toby first and then the formula, and by the time I laid him in the portable crib he was already droopy-eyed and out.

I sat on the floor next to him with my back against the wall and opened my hand.

I turned the key over once, then once more.

It was still warm from her coat pocket.

I closed my fingers around the little brass locker key and tucked it into my coat pocket.