The wet winter air hit my face the moment the doors opened.

Ethan hurried out behind me, his shoes squeaking on the wet concrete as a light winter rain drifted down through the yellow glow of the streetlights.

“Rachel, at least let me take the bag,” Ethan said, reaching his arm out as we stopped beside the station wagon.

I opened the rear door of the wagon, set the diaper bag on the floor, and gently placed June in her rear-facing car seat.

I clicked the five-point harness into place, tugging the pull strap twice to make sure the chest clip sat correctly over her sternum.