Tanner composes himself with great effort, blinking away the remnants of panic that still linger behind his eyes.
He pushes through the door and steps outside, realizing with surprise that night has already fallen.
The site, once bustling with construction activities, is now deserted. Even the construction crew is gone. Only the distant hum of the city keeps the world from feeling too silent.
He heads to his car, every step deliberate. Once inside, he sits for a moment, breathing deeply, grounding himself before reaching for his phone.
He opens the browser and begins to search. He types in every query he can think of related to babies around his son's age, what kind of formula they need, clothes, sleep habits, bath supplies.
When he gets to the shopping center, He clicks one thing after another, shopping as if the act alone could calm the storm inside him.
