My heart skipped.
“I— I’m sorry?”
“Get in,” he repeated, more gently this time. “The baby shouldn’t be out here in this heat.”
Instinct screamed at me to be cautious.
Every warning my mother had ever given me echoed in my head.
But then Mateo let out a weak cry and buried his face against my neck.
And something inside me broke.
I opened the door and slid into the cool interior of the car.
The blast of air-conditioning felt like stepping into another world.
Mateo immediately stopped crying.
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