I was holding our burning-hot two-year-old when I opened the garage and saw my SUV was gone. Trent rejected my call, then texted that he’d taken it to his friend’s for the weekend. When I told him Silas had a 103-degree fever and needed urgent care, he sent back a reply that changed what I did next.

Silas had one sock on when the pediatric nurse told me to bring him in. The other sock was under the couch, though I didn’t know that yet.

At that moment, I had a two-year-old burning against my shoulder, a half-zipped diaper bag, and a cup of apple juice he’d refused six times. His temperature was 103, but it wasn’t only the number that worried the nurse. Silas had become unusually sleepy, and he wouldn’t drink.

“Take him to the emergency room,” she said.

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