Lacy put Ian back in his room and tucked him up. Then he looked for lullabies on Spotify. He pressed play on the first one, and the sound of soothing piano notes filled the room.
"Time to sleep."
Ian played with his blanket. "That's not the right one."
Lacy then attempted a different tune.
"Not that one either," Ian said.
Lacy played thousands of lullabies on his bike, but Ian turned them all down, even though he was angry. The child didn't seem to be becoming sleepy; instead, he seemed more sober.
Ian muttered, "Dad, I'm getting sleepy now. You can go to sleep. I'm going to sleep soon."
Lacy knew that was a lie, but he didn't say anything. He shut the door and turned off the lights. He called Remi when he got back to his room. Not a surprise; it went directly to voicemail. He
