The heater blew warm air down around his feet.

He pulled into the visitor garage at Saint Jude Medical Center.

He parked on the third level and shut off the engine.

The dashboard clock said five forty-five.

The silence in the car pressed down on him.

Michael looked down at the passenger seat.

Noah’s torn blue fleece blanket lay in a pile on the dark upholstery.

He reached over and picked up the soft fabric.