The wet winter air struck my face the moment the doors parted.

Ethan rushed out behind me, his shoes squeaking against the wet concrete as light winter rain misted down through the yellow streetlight glow.

“Rachel, at least let me take the bag,” Ethan said, reaching his arm out as we stopped beside the station wagon.

I unlatched the rear door of the wagon, set the diaper bag on the floorboards, and gently placed June into her rear-facing car seat.

I clicked the five-point safety harness into place, testing the pull strap twice to ensure the chest clip was positioned correctly over her sternum.