Ethan stood in the doorway of the open car, wet rain gathering on the wool collar of his coat.

“Are you sitting up front with me?” Ethan asked, holding the door frame.

I climbed into the back seat beside June’s car seat and pulled the door shut, locking it into place.

Ethan stood on the pavement for a moment before walking around to the driver’s side.

He got behind the wheel, turned the key in the ignition, and let the engine idle.

The yellow dashboard lights threw long shadows across his face, highlighting his pale skin and dark eyes.