Cold autumn rain spattered my windshield in the hospital parking garage.

It was six thirty.

Hannah lay back in the passenger seat with her seat belt buckled and her eyes shut.

Even asleep, she pulled the sleeves of her blue fleece hoodie down over her thumbs.

I turned the key to get the heater going.

The fan blew cold air in my face.

My phone lit up in the cup holder with a missed call notice.

I didn’t know the number on the screen.