He capped the blue pen and set it down next to the written medication care logbook on the kitchen counter.

The digital clock above the stove clicked over to 7:55 AM.

I rocked June gently in the wooden kitchen armchair, holding her small body wrapped snugly in her yellow fleece blanket.

Her fever had eased a little after the hospital dose, but her skin still gave off a soft warmth against my forearm.

Ethan walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up his leather laptop messenger bag.

He took out his phone, set the heavy bag on a chair, and held the phone in his right hand.