The man grabbed a bottle of water from the center console and handed it to me.
“Drink first,” he said. “Then we’ll take care of the baby.”
My hands trembled as I opened it and took a few desperate gulps.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He nodded toward Mateo.
“What’s his name?”
“Mateo.”
A small smile appeared on his lips.
“Hello, Mateo.”
The baby stared at him with big watery eyes.