“You’ll have to arrange something else.”

Wyatt stared at her.

“We’re talking about a baby’s car seat, ma’am.

Not your transportation.”

That was when I first understood how thoroughly Agnes had come to see the house, my husband, and even my daughter’s needs as things she could rearrange to suit herself.

PART 4: The List on the Refrigerator

Lucas fetched the infant car seat from the garage while Dad and Wyatt assembled the smallest possible pile of essentials.

I watched them move through my kitchen: three men who could lift steel pipe all day moving quietly so they wouldn’t wake a newborn.