“His. I told you. He was going to take it this morning. I told him not to come.”
“You told him not to come and you left his clothes on a chair.”
“I was going to move them before Miles woke. Miles woke first.”
Daniel closed the box. The close was not a slam. A slam would have brought the boy. “He doesn’t come back. Not for a folder. Not for a jacket. You can take the box to the clinic lot on Monday and leave it. I will not be in the truck.”