Howard got to them in almost record time, speeding in Scott’s car with the emergency flashers on. Even though the bakery was busy, he’d left work as soon as he got off the call, leaving the store to his capable assistant manager. He found them both safe and sound exactly where Rayan had told them they would be. His son was passed out in the back seat, while Rayan was still buckled into the front, unmolested.
“I tried to keep talking to him to make him stay awake,” Rayan said almost frantically when Howard had gotten out of Scott’s car and come over to assess the situation, “But he stopped responding a while ago, and I’m worried he’s going to get too cold!”
Howard calmly took charge of the situation. This was much better than he was expecting.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine,” Howar
