The freezing night air hit us the moment we reached the driveway.

Light snow was drifting down over Elm Street, dusting the dark hood of my four-door sedan and the winter grass along the sidewalk.

I unlocked the back door, set Lucy in her black booster seat, and snapped the seat belt firmly across her lap.

“Are we going home to Daddy now?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” I said, tucking her red plush rabbit under her arm.

“We’re going straight home.”