He asked whether I had new bleeding, dizziness, fever, or worsening pain.

I told him the incision hurt but that I hadn’t noticed anything new.

He suggested we call the hospital if that changed, and Dad immediately agreed.

Then Wyatt asked the question that altered the entire evening.

“Corinne, where’s the car seat?”

I pointed toward the garage.

Agnes folded her arms.

“Lucas already promised the car to me for tomorrow,” she said.