I put two firm down pillows behind him and felt the solid knot of muscle in his shoulders.

His breath came slow and clear, free of the wet rattle that had filled his room for three weeks.

“Put him right here,” Raymond whispered, nodding toward his left arm.

I lifted Theodore out of his crib and laid him in the crook of Raymond’s arm, keeping his blue wool baby blanket folded neatly over his little chest.

Theodore babbled, his damp fingers grabbing at the stiff collar of Raymond’s gray flannel nightshirt.

He kicked his feet against the quilt and made a small gurgling sound as he pressed his teething gums against Raymond’s wrist.