“Cole needs the main key ring for the building manager tomorrow morning.”

My father stood beside the carved oak dresser in the master bedroom while I pulled cotton sleep sacks out of the bottom drawer.

Richard Bennett straightened his tie knot and checked his watch with a practiced, rhythmic motion.

“We have about fifteen minutes before the building superintendent gets back from his break, Lauren.”

“I just need the pediatrician’s growth charts and the twin bottle warmer,” I said, reaching up to the deep closet shelf.

The heavy bedroom door swung open hard, slamming into the brass doorstop with a metallic ring.