Gable say?” he asked.

“We need to go to the emergency room,” I said.

“Right now.

Her fever’s over a hundred and four.

He said not to wait.” I was already moving, already scanning the room for the diaper bag, for my shoes, my mind running ahead to car seats and insurance cards.

And Liam closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead, and muttered something under his breath that I only half caught in the moment and did not let myself fully hear until much later.

“Could this night get any worse,” he said.