Evan came into the kitchen in his navy flannel robe.

He set a digital thermometer on the counter and poured himself a small glass of orange juice.

“My fever’s down to ninety-nine,” Evan said.

“That’s good,” I said.

Lucy was still sleeping down the hall in her bedroom, her red plush rabbit tucked under her chin.

I opened the web browser on my screen and typed in the address for the Oak Ridge Credit Union.

I entered my username and four-digit security code to get to the account summary page.